Legs confined to a chair,
Can’t feel comfortable,
Shoes mocking me,
Slipping so slightly,
The heat of bodies,
Filling the room
Shifting pose,
Unable to relax
The smell of plaque’d teeth
In a hue of coffee
The hum of an air conditioner,
Fills the silence
Babbling of a voice,
Jumbled into noise,
Unable to think,
Squelched perspective,
Life on hiatus,
The agonizing speed,
Causing my mind to run,
I grab the wooden chair,
My mind now has control,
I burst out, but no one hears,
Left to sit,
In search of a comfortable positing,
One which I cannot find.
