I wrote this poem years ago. My boyfriend and I got in a huge fight. After I left him, he was in a motorcycle accident. As I was waiting for his call, I had started pening this poem.
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I knew you were hurt,
Before you even called.
I knew you were missing,
As If I knew it all.
I could feel your pain,
As if it was my own.
I couldn’t stop shaking,
As I picked up the phone.
I dialed your number,
I still don’t know why.
I knew you wouldn’t answer,
I had to give it a try.
Now I lay in my bed,
Cradling the phone.
Picturing you stumbling,
All of the road.
Bleeding and hurting,
Needing some help.
Knowing you needed me,
Helpless myself.
I shouldn’t have left you,
I could have taken you home.
Beating myself up,
Because the fault is my own.
Fighting the urge not to cry,
While desperate images keep preying on my mind.
I see the whole scene,
As if I was there.
Your wandering around,
With an empty stare.
Your broken and bleeding,
Not knowing your name.
As if all hope is lost,
I cling to the phone.
Tossing and turning,
Crying out your name.
Finally the phone rings,
And for one moment I forget how to use this damn thing.
Answering your call,
Praying my dreams are not real.
Listening closely,
Your voice a faint whisper.
You’re trying to tell that everything is fine,
The truth is tonight,
You had to fight for your life.
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