Waiting Room

19/08/2013

WAITING ROOM


Excuse me knocking on your door;I know it’s not my turn.
But frankly I am sick to death
Of waiting all forlorn
In this gigantic waiting room. 
The exit is controlled
By what you did and how you lived
By what you thought and dreamt.
I filled in all the paperwork
About my life to date.
And when the paper curled in shame
About my evil deeds,
I kept on writing nonetheless
Believing stubbornly
That sins confessed and truly rued
Will shrink and slink away.