Sitting in the hospital waiting room <br />Atmosphere filled with pain and gloom <br />Weeping inside those invisible tears <br />A torrent of emotions mostly of fear <br /> <br />Looking around I see concern in sad eyes <br />Waiting patiently for the doctors apprise <br />When he arrives my knees feel weak <br />Voice has been stolen I can no longer speak <br /> <br />He slowly walks over there’s a buzz in my head <br />Difficult to focus on the words that he said <br />Six months to a year and she’ll be gone <br />It’s inconceivable he has to be wrong <br /> <br />As if by detonation my heart explodes <br />Thousands of demons on me are bestowed <br />If prayers are the answer a million are sent <br />My shouts can be heard a son’s pitiful lament<br /><br />T.James Becker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-son-s-lament/
