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[aid] => mick
[title] => Ringing Phone
[time] => 2005-06-07 20:10:17
[hometext] => he could've prevented her death... but instead the phone rings telling him of her death
[bodytext] => At one am, he awakes to a ringing He hears his phone signing He stumbles out of bed Curses as he hits his head His room is barely lit It is in darkness, bit By the night He stumbles for the light His phone is still blaring Now he is swearing “Who the hell is it? Don’t you know what time it is?” He kicks his dresser Curses at the mirror Which he knocked down And is now on the ground Can’t find the light He’s stuck in the night Can’t find the phone He gives a groan And reaches for the ringing He’s tired of the damn signing Now he’s wondering Who is it calling? He finds the phone And groans He can’t see a thing on it He pushes buttons, hoping this Is the Talk button and brings It to his ear; finally the rings Have ceased He is pleased That he stopping the ringing And now he begins talking “Hello? Who is this?” “Hello. Your friend, Sprints, She is dead.” He puts a hand to his head And begins to think Who is Sprints? “Or hockeygal, as you know her by.” He sits on his bed and wants to cry “But how… how did she die?” “I guess she just didn’t like life.” He who cursed and swore Lost his breath and felt sore He could have stopped this He could’ve prevented it He tries to swear But what he gets is a tear Followed by another Why didn’t he bother To be her friend anymore? He begins to feel sore Again and starts to cry He began to wish this was a lie “Goodbye.” He mumbles And he fumbles To put the phone back He sits back and loses track Of time, he doesn’t hold back, now His tears began to roll And now they’re spilling They are falling Off his face, off his cheeks He now begins to scream He had her and he let go Why he did, he’ll never know She was his friend And he let her life end He starts to think About Sprints He wants to know why She let herself die? Then he picks up the note off the floor That she gave him the day before He never read what she had written He reads it and curses himself again Reads it one more time And begins cursing and crying “Dear Friend, I love you dear But let’s face our fear If you really are my friend You’ll drive me away from the end If you don’t, tomorrow In the early marrow I will kill myself, with the gun I feel like you have shunned Me from your life Left me to this strife Well, it’s your time To prove me you aren’t lying Tonight, give me a call If you care at all If you don’t want to That’s fine, I’ll do I’ll I can to make sure That you never hear Me anymore I’ve given up this war.” He could have stopped this Why didn’t he just read it? In the back of his head, he hears the phone ringing That damn annoying signing [comments] => 3 [counter] => 148 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sprinter27 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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