Dial tone

January 27, 2010
By Anonymous

I am Left here
My voice was heard.
His words pierced through my ears
and into her heart.
With each pulse
Blood fights its way out
Bleeding through with sorrow.
On the phone he said some words
And she sat
waiting for his response
For him to act upon his needs
Her wishes.
I'm sorry I say.
Don't cry, I'm sorry
Leave me here, happy for the both of you.
I'm sorry I say
but she takes no pity
from the one who held the sword.
She ;eaves no room for apologies
For she lies down in her mind
Bleeding from her heart.
She sits in these dark moments
no word, just blank.
Understood yet unwritten.
She sits for her to end
yet her beginning has just begun.
She must let go of her hate, I say.
She must see her bleeding heart
And sew it with the right words
to fix her fight with love
before it ends her
in the end.

The author's comments:
This was written after an awful phone call that left an uneasy feeling hovering over the moments spent with my friend and I.

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