The fluorescent lights hum a melancholic melody,
A symphony of coughs and sighs fill the stale air.
Plastic chairs creak under the weight of weary souls,
Faces etched with worry, eyes searching for answers.
Seconds feel like hours as the clock ticks on,
Anxiety swells, a rising tide of uncertainty.
Magazines lay untouched, their pages unturned,
Trapped in this limbo, waiting for the unknown.

(c)BobChristian