Call of An End
sitting at a traffic light
a phone begins to sound
picked up at the second ring
(oblivious to the impact)
happiness is expected
even just a hello
(instead demolition)
the world shatters
phone falling from a hand
a heart left torn
(each beat a struggle)
how is it so
one second life feels whole
between one blink and another
there stands a gaping hole
(hollow in pain)
life is so fragile
taken for granted
never knowing for a second
when it will come
(The call of an end)
Copyright © Vanessa Farej | Year Posted 2014
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