Waiting

I have been in here a long time.
I am just waiting for the call.
They bring new ones in all the time.
The light is not too good in here.
So I cannot really see much.
I wonder if I would recognize anyone,
if the light was better.
No one talks.
Just a grunt or a belch now and then.
And the continual sound of breathing.
Once in awhile someone farts.
You can sense a common discomfort.
Now and then someone gets up and leaves.
Sometimes they step on those of us left behind.
I never really feel any pain.
It is not cold in here.
It is not hot in here.
I just want to leave.
But if I think about leaving,
maybe they will lengthen my stay.
So I just wait.
I am just waiting for the call.
I have been in here a long time.