In-Service Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In-Service



Wallowing around the room, hearing voices flow through
the air and hitting my ears.
Not listening to the words directly, just the sounds of
them.
Wondering where the time will begin, the meeting will
start, the popular demands of suicide are to be explored.
Patiently awaiting the in-service to begin.

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