Hello?

Hello?

A Poem by Murisaka

My stereo plays the music loudly
metal, scream-o, and other calls of pain
covering the ring of the phone,
but not the answering machine.
click.

it records one word
before it fills up
the female voice still echos in my head;
Hello?

before i can reach it
before i can answer her sweet silky voice
the caller hangs up
who was she?

I try to call her back
its no use though
she used a phone booth.
she wasted her time.

How had i missed this call
who could she be
was someone i know playing a trick
or could this call mean something deeper.
I'll never know her,
or maybe i already did

for now only time will tell
maybe she will call back
and this time ill be ready
but don't hold your breath
the truth is sad.

Time sped by
days had passed
i cleared the machine
hoping for another call
it never came
it was indeed
as i had believed
it was a joke.

after a week
i gave up the hope
i knew i would never hear from her again
i kicked a can down the street
things looked so bleak
humanity was cruel at times.

the clouds broke
sun rained down from heaven its self
warming the area around me
directing me almost.
I promise nothing
you'll only receive a chance.

her voice still echoed in my head
hello is the only thing that it said
but it wasnt just a voice in my head
in the crowd
the voice called
could it be
but i' would prefer not finding out
id look like a creep.

but the curiosity got the best of me
i proceded to the crowd
unknown of what lie ahead
this could be it
i may see someone new
or i could find an old friend

only time will tell if my course
was correct

© 2011 Murisaka


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Murisaka
Murisaka

Chiloquin, OR



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I'm William, 18, yeah (sarcasm) I like writing poetry, and I tend to look at my life, feelings, and the music I listen to for inspiration. If you haven't already found out from reading my poems I tend.. more..

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A Poem by Murisaka