Rumbled Me

My friend's pain was an inspiration for this poem. Free verse

This was the last time
I rang your phone.

The last time I waited,
In vain...
For you,
To call back.

I set loose the silent weep,
Unimportant, unheard.

The telephone was at peace,
Never rang back.
The silence was overwhelming;
It drummed in my head;
First slowly and then louder
But it rang not.

This was the last time I waited,
The last time it made any sense.

Through disappointment
I felt relief,
Relief from all expected...
From me.

I think,
Emptiness is not that bad
Just a hollow where once were
Feelings.
I am making a place,
A new patch
For something new
To begin.

Reviews

[alexlessah]

very good.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

and begin it will........waiting for a telephone to ring can drive one to madness.