The wrong side of the earth I lie,
Thinking of you working alone
Trying too hard not to cry.
Trying to see my cellphone.
My children will be huddled together
Saddened that I have gone somewhere else.
Perhaps they think that they weren't good enough for me,
"That's not true," I say to the ceiling.
Outside I hear the dogs bay in the dark,
Reminding me of the family's dog Clarke.
The humming buzz of the city
Makes me miss my old country farm.
The phone vibrates, on and on.
I turn my head and see that you are trying to call me.
But I am too weak to move anymore,
So I decide that tomorrow is when I'll head out this door.
And back home.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost
PoetryThis is for those with the swollen, tired eyes. This is for those who wake up every morning and cries. This is for those who are abused at home. This is for those who feel isolated and alone. This is for those who have attempted/have committed suici...
