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The Phone It Did Not Ring

. The phone it did not ring. His sweat it fell like rain. The witnesses just sat. There faces etched his pain. The phone it did not ring. He glanced up at the time. Fear jumped in his throat as the clock began to chime. The phone it did not ring. Its silence stayed the same. The tension just got worse as the Hangman said his name. The phone it did not ring. The Warders took the lead and led him up the steps, as the Priest began to read. The phone it did not ring. There was no more to be said. The Hangman had a hood and he placed it over his head. The phone it did not ring. His urine just gave way. He sobbed and then he cried at the price that he would pay. The phone it did not ring. The Hangman took his hand. "I only carry out the Law in this great land." The phone it did not ring. Its silence brought no hope, and he was left to hang at the end of a six-stranded rope. The phone it rang and rang. His Mother she just sat. Staring into space with a photo in her lap.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 2/18/2011 5:09:00 AM
A very emotive piece, brought a lump to my throat! I enjoy your work. Em
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