Close Call
Call me anytime, anytime you aren't busy
You can call me when you get around to it
I tell you every day, yet never hear anything
Never get a call return, because you are busy
Didn't get a call the last time I tried to stop breathing
But I thought of you, and couldn't do it
Call me any day, I will be waiting
How long though can one wait
Maybe it could be too late
The next time I am hanging, it won't be up on me
Cause I'll be dangling, from the phone cord, dangling my feet
Could you call me, something other than useless
Can you tell me I'm not truly hopeless
If you call me tomorrow, would it be too late
Or as the phone rings, will I be strangling
Will I make it to the receiver, to get to hear your voice
Am I struggling alone, or is it just in my head
Will I get a chance to hear the phone
Or will you just hear the dial tone, because my ears are ringing
The blood rushing to my head is just as real as the teardrops down my face
If I am not able to receive your call, it's because my mind was busy
And stopped suddenly because I had ended my suffering
You left my hanging by a thread, and now i am dead
Miraculously I see the light, I awaken to a ringing
I see my opened window, and hear birds singing
And I am sure glad hear your voice again
Copyright © Raven Tones | Year Posted 2017
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