The anxiety of hospitals


This waiting room
Where worry tinges the air;
My results wait, lying 
In wait for expectation.

A Fallen World, where
things we don't want to happen,
do.
Mortality always has a look-in,
For some sooner, 
For some later.

The workaday world,
planning, plotting, wheeling, dealing,
Is always subject to entropy and decay.
We just don't see it.

Except at times like this,
In places
Like this.