Waking the Dead
Its 10 to the witching hour
Facebook yet to ping
no message saying gone to bed
no asking how your days been
you send a text
a message to
no answers coming through
you send again
this can’t be right
there’s no reply coming in
anxiety now shows up
message 3,4,5
but no reply
all is quiet there’s no reply
is that thunder you hear outside
sounds like roaring lions
or race cars revving engines on the line
but no its just her snoring
she’s fell asleep again.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2019
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