A Story Of Words Poem by Sharron Stephenson

my call my hate
your choice your mistake
my pledge my goal
tears rushing through the words of paper
footsteps close and closer
louder and louder
hide and hide
move away far far away
the watcher allowed to take the movement
time ticks the hardest whip

pause the worried moment
rinse the sugar coated lies and tales
heed a heart that waits and cries the
the lovers love
cleanse the pulse
a walk down the street of heat and power
a ear to listen
a touch a show
the emotions of friends together
a station a pen
the book the pictures
one answer two questions the story
songs and plays
my call my hate