Broken Telephone Poem by Victor Osorio

I pick up the phone
No one can hear me
I'm waiting for someone to call
They don't want to see me
Maybe they're afraid
Maybe they don't understand
I can't blame them
I couldn't be around
When they needed me
The phone doesn't make a sound
Now they don't need me
Having me as a friend
Might confuse you at times
You may never know
How I feel day to day
I'll always be a friend
Especially, when I stay away
My telephone is working
But it never rings
It's probably broken
Just like other things.