hear the phone ringing
in the dead of night
three times it rings,
wrong number yet again,
a vulture ripping out the eyes,
of all theses things i've had my fill,
sometimes I think I've lost my will.
roaches scratching at the floor,
a butterfly flapping both it's wings
tear apart a broken heart,
a forgotten dream,
and yet a chorus sings
you think you have the right,
to take another shot,
yet you have had all these years,
all you did was sow dirty seeds,
now all your talk is about your needs.
your time is gone,
my time is now,
although i have nothing,
i will survive somehow,
there is a rainbow now and again,
just like after winter,
comes summer rain...........
Steve Boddey .....................Aug 2009
8 comments:
I wouldn't let her back either. especially since the one you were with is much better. By the way I wouldn't have answered the phone
Grizz, No doubt you and and I need ta share a few tubes........
by the way I didn't............errr answer the phone
LMAO
Maybe you will answer the phone..
knife's edge
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I love this poem, it is so vivid; for example 'a vulture ripping out the eyes.' Wow! If that's not a vivid image, I don't know what is! I really liked the last two lines, leaving the reader with a sense of new life, new hope. Great writing.
"This brings tears to my eyes-my sacrifice"
Love Sandyxxx
Yeah...it's me again...perhaps it's the right number after all!
vivid imagery -- well done
smiles,
Look at all those sensible deep comments. What can I say? I know - nice!
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