Waiting

How will I cope?
Will I do well?
Under interrogation,
In this hellish place,
My nerves are on fire,
What shall I do?
I will sit here and wait,
Until they come to get me.

Now I wait,
Sat in a little blue chair,
Staring at a wall,
More nervous than normal,
My gut is wrenching,
My brow is wet,
Yet I still wait.

Willpower keeps me,
I will not leave,
This is my future,
There’s nothing to fear,
The unknown is scary,
Not much is worse,
Patiently I wait.

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