Tea Kettled Blues Of Love Gone Wrong Song. Poem by Michael Gale

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!)