Bad News
Waiting in the night.
Stars are shining bright.
The wind blowing through the trees.
The phone starts to ring.
I answer it.
It's someone I have not talked to in a long time.
The voice sounds so troubled.
Trying to find out why.
Slowly calming the voice down.
Soothing words help to calm.
Troubling news is passed to me.
Starting to break down.
Our friend has been killed.
When will the suffering end?
The anwser.
No one knows.
Copyright © Pamela Cordaro | Year Posted 2007
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