The News

She didn’t know the news he’d bring.
Sitting in the shadows,
She didn’t know a thing.

Sat staring at nothing,
When the clock struck seven.
She didn’t know the news he’d bring.

Didn’t want to be sobbing,
Wondered what had happened.
She didn’t know a thing.

Looking at people passing,
Stuck sitting, waiting, wondering,
She didn’t know the news he’d bring.

Startled by the doorbell’s ring,
Had he finally returned?
She didn’t know a thing.

Information of a passing.
Eyes teared, hearts crushed.
She didn’t know the news he’d bring
She didn’t know a thing.





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Minderella said...
Aug. 21, 2010 at 2:06 am
I love this.  At first, I thought the waiting dragged on a bit, but then I realized it's part of the effect to enhance the mood of the poem.  You made me feel worried anticipation.  I'd like to find better words, but it's early...anyway, good job :)
 
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