Tea Kettle blues...
Tea stained hues.
These stains are like pain injected straight to my heart...
Always to ever be there in memory accompanied by a wish that she never will ever depart.
Steam erupts violently and unexpected fro' that tea'd kettle's spout...
Soon followed by anger in feelings in the form of a tear or shout.
Sadness escapes as a lone fallen tear...
Wishing that my Darling lover was to shortly rejoin to my heart-
To be held against me as near and dear.
Here-As i sit impatiently awaiting that most anticipated ring of the telephone...
Longer are the longest of hours in silence this anticipation leaves me
a feeling of swimming way over my head in a sea and state of
being alone.
The clock on the wall emits it's senseless angry ticks...
How cruel is time of silence seemingly mean?
This long silence is as like a slap in my face and coincedently a
low down rotten dirty trick.
Ring! , Ring! , Ring! ...
I answer to a disappointing sales pitch.
That BITCH! ...
Anticipation!
It's makin' me wait...
Ka-Bang! - Ka-Thud!
(The final end of heartache and life can be only met with a last-long-lone-silence!)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice, loved it well written