The Phone falls to the floor
My useless jumble is no longer recieved
From the reciever I can hear you scream of my past wrongs,
Past rights missunderstood and twisted into unlegible words.
The useless streak of cries that I call back
Trying to show you my side of things echoes in my head
But empathy and apology isn't in your small vocabulary
For my words are drowned in the air you breathe,
And squashed soon enough under your 4 inch heels.
Author notes
A really short one.. I don't think its finished quite yet. But it has to do with the same friend as in this poem:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2422273
and this one:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/show/2773104
A contest entry
- For the kids 14 and under: THE BEST OF TIMES, THE WORST OF TIMES by Sky Prince Ireland.
350 points, ended April 17, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Well done. Thanks for entering my contest.
Good luck.
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