Challenge
Challenge of the Month XXXIX
Write a short poem about your own private Hell. The tortured who reigns gets 100 big ones. Winner will be picked by Prose. Go.
Waiting
In a room
I wait
And wait
I kick my feet
Twirl my thumbs
Please I think to myself
I would rather walk in sleet
Anything but waiting
It's so grating
The silence
The buzz of nothing
I shout in defiance
Until I shudder in compliance
And wait
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