Tired legs, tired arms, tired faces, tired hearts.
Tired eyes staring down at a worn out floor
by pacing feet moving back and forth, back and forth -
for hours upon hours until they cannot hold their weight anymore.
Sounds of sniffling and muffled cries,
the aching of grasping for hope and trying to hold it together.
The holding of hands, heads in laps, bodies being cradled.
The deafening silence of pounding hearts about to burst
as the footsteps of the doctor are heard coming down the hall.
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