Phone Call

A poem for everyone who has waited for a phone call from the person they care about

Staring up at the ceiling

As I lay on my bed.

The clock on the wall chimes out,

Informing me of the late hour.

I do not feel an ounce of drowsiness

Despite how emotionally drained I am.

It as if as though caffeine has been injected into my veins,

Forcing me to stay awake night after night.

 

I look beside me

Where my cell phone lay on my nightstand.

 Once again I will for it to ring

And prove unsuccessful.

 

Thoughts of you buzz around inside my head

Like vicious wasps,

Constantly stinging over and over,

Causing me pain.

I continue to stare at the phone

But it will not ring.

I ask out loud,

“Why won’t you call?”

 

What have I said to drive you away?

What can I do to earn your trust back?

Send me some sort of clue

For I wish to unravel this riddle.

Your love is something I cannot live without.

As cliché as that might sound

It is just as true.

 

The clock tolls again

And for the first time in what seems an eternity,

My eyelids droop from lack of rest.

As I shut off the light and close my eyes

I can only hope,

I can only pray,

The answer is in my dreams.

Author's Note

Honest opinions please

Reviews

[Annie S]

Lovely poem and the feeling that was expressed right in front of me.. no hesitation
i'm sure most people have felt the same way and putting it in a poem, makes the audience feel the originality
and love
Good job :)