A Long Wait By the Silent Telephone
If I transformed myself into something
that feels no joy or expresses no feeling:
like those stones in the wilderness
that feel no warmth or coldness,
I'd get rid of this carnal lust...
not fearing what it may cost!
A long wait by the silent telephone
is like dying slowly
without ever knowing why;
I trusted in you like I trusted in God...
my mistake is all too believable:
I shouldn't have and spared me some misery!
I can't look out of this window
when winter covers these memories with snow;
loneliness has never been so despised
by me as it is right now,because my joy has faded
and it won't be remembered in spring...
when all the joyful robins sing!
A long wait by the silent telephone
is giving up the little hope I have inside...
as the evening invites the angry wind
to scatter all that was beautiful;
I fight with my anger: hardily seeing or learning...
losing the wisdom that brings understanding!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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