Stephen Townsend

Ring, Ring, Ring. Where Is The Phone? - Poem by Stephen Townsend

Ring, Ring, Ring.
Where is the phone.
Ring, Ring, Ring.
O its you!
Your crying what happened now?
What your sorry.
Well I dont care!

Ring, Ring, Ring.
Again the phone.
O its you again!
What is it now?
I dont care!

O shit
Where is the phone I need it now!
Ring, Ring, Ring
Pick up the phone!
Ring, Ring.
O good your ok!
Are you ok?
Im sorry I didn’t mean what I had said.
Well to bad goodbye for ever. “Click”

O shit why she hang up!
Ring, Ring, Ring
“Sorry the number you are calling has been disconnected”.
no, nO, NO!

What have I done.
Im sorry.
I caused your scars
Your pain.
Your death.

Funeral sad, gloom, depressing

This is the last thing I shall give you.
Its not much.
So here I go.
Im sorry for what I said
I was enraged while you called
I called you crap that I shouldn’t have
Your not a whore it was just rage in my mind.

Now I have your suicide on my conscious ever for more.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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