Learning Patience
Waiting.
The room is painfully loud
Piercing sounds seem to get louder and louder
It's screaming, it's hot
Waiting.
The sound seeps through the walls.
Covering my ears for a small relief, it won't help
It's shouting, it's crowded
Waiting.
It trickles down slowly, fading away
Shriveling to a ball, watching it go.
It's talking, it's slow
Waiting.
Beep, Beep, Beep. The noise dies to a beep
Still there, still here. It not leaving, but offers relief
Annoying, but soft
Waiting.
It's gone. In enters a room of silence
I get up and shut the door
The cool hallway welcomes me to my next room of shrieking noises
Waiting.
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