Waiting For His Phone Call This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   Sit.

And wait.

And wait, and wait, and wait.

Feel frustration grate as you resist the urge to scream.

Palms sweat while inside your mighty tempests of emotions teem.

And you choke on the tears that your heart cries as it rushes up your throat.

Patience? No. But then, can a heart ever know patience while it is lost like a boat ...

Out at sea.

And you wait, turn a page, flip a channel, tilt a bottle?

A tiny demon dances within your very soul and he throttles

Hopes, dreams, wishes, loves.

Do they vanish? Where have they gone? Drowning in an ocean of heartache,

You grasp, you reach, you pray, you desire, you dream, you hope, you long, you clutch and then

give up.

It's time for good-bye, cruel world. Will is gone, lay your head down, all is silent but for

A beat. And another, followed by yet another. A heart which does not wish to die.

Heart that wishes to dance, to love, be loved, to float as a feather, free in the sky.

And you sit up, dry your tears, take a breath,

Loving beat that overcame death.

Other fishies swim in the sea ...

Perhaps even one for me?

Ring.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Unique_Carter said...
Mar. 18, 2009 at 4:51 am
i love; love poem i am in love all da time
 
greeneyes said...
Jan. 3, 2009 at 5:14 am
omg that poem is awesome... i could relate to every word. it gave me chills as i read it. would love to read more of ur work...
 
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