The Junction
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The Junction

Awaiting The Word


What’s up Doc?

When you are living
your normal boring life,
you don’t seem to notice
how the time flies by.

While awaiting a diagnosis,
amazing how it slows.

Even your threatened
breath moderates.
Light days grow darker.
It takes longer to go
and longer to get back.
Each morning a surprise.
The calendar stutters
and forgets to advance,
but clocks circle faster.

You want to know and
you don’t want to know.

You wait for a verdict,
hope for a short sentence
from an empathetic judge,
knowing that even if
you get lucky this time,
it is only a reprieve,
at best a few more years.

Merciless, indifferent,
the future catches up and

ready or not,

it is your turn to leave.



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Mike Essig

Honorary Schizophrenic. Recent refugee. Displaced person. Old white male. Confidant of cassowaries.