Virtuous Patient

Virtuously patient among the sickened and diseased.
An uneasy silence is kept while childrens whisper fill the air.
The chairs moan under the burden of weight.
Everyone secretely stares at eachother
trying not to get caught.
Meaningful boring lecture resides in the room.
Nobody but the curious dare to read any of them.
Patiently I bide my time untill the turn is mine.
Can't quite put my finger on all my symptoms.
Only the pain seems an indication of my disease.
Unfortunately everything in my body aches,
even my beating heart and soul.
Someone comes to pick me up,
takes a look and stops.
He spoke as he turned away:
there is no fix for a broken and beaten heart.