August 27, 2019Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Uncategorized Leave a comment THE WAITING ROOM The angry man he leads no endeavour he only sees what is before and not after he has no ideas for the humanity of it he holds no feelings for the time to begin he holds time in his hands and knows not how to be able to make it to the tense moments of his waiting room’s dissolving. COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2019 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...