#270 Blinded In The Dimmest Light Poem by Jimmie Arrington

In slow motion, smiles gleam in the daze,
Such clarity within the bluish haze.
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It rings and rings til sleep is broke,
The phone wails in the night.
A wrong number, a prank or joke,
Explains the situation right.
Half steps taken in midnight’s cloak,
And blinded in the dimmest light.

Rings grow louder, more cruel, more shrill,
The deaf could hear the blast.
Common sense isn’t common until
The receiver is picked up at last.
“Hello” drifts off upon night’s chill,
And the future denies the past.

The news is quite a simple phrase
But ears bleed like a sore.
The world’s swiftly aflame, ablaze.
The blurry clock glows 3: 04.
The last sound heard for days and days
Is a phone crashing to the floor.

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In slow motion, smiles gleam in the daze,
Such clarity within the bluish haze.