Curse

I'm waiting,

 Sitting,

Looking at the phone,

Silence resounds,

To be only interrupted 

By the tick tick tock

Of the Clock,

5 p.m...

6 p.m...

They were supposed be back by 7 a.m.

I wonder what could have happened to them,

Dread eats me up from the inside,

I bite my nails until they bleed,

I'm about to call the police,

When it happens,

The doorbell rings,

They're home,

I slump to the floor in relief

Only to be dissapointed when the door opens,

It's not them but the messangers of death,

They said

'We're so sorry Miss....',

No need to say no more,

Everything breaks,

I'm just but a broken glass on the floor,

'Miss...'

Please no need to say nothing no more...

Don't you know?

A broken glass is cursed for 7 years.

Author's Note

well it's no very cheery but I hope u guys like it :)

Reviews

[MiidniightSoul]

It's a lovely and beautiful piece. It's a powerful poem and very well written. I really enjoyed reading it. Keep it up.

[Phoenix Rising]

You are correct in that it is not cheery..but it is very good. I look forward to reading more of your work.