Waiting Room

halo hanging off the head
barbed wire hooking clumps of hair
below what you thought you had
under the seat of the bed

looking sideways as he walks in, run
falling under, is all that's left for he
as he walks in

i can't read this early
shaking hand, it's blurry
family tree is getting cut for wood



Credits
Writer(s): Trevor C. Rabin, Don L. Harper
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