Poetry

Take My Call

Hello, operator I’d like to place a call to Heaven

I want to ask Saint Peter a question, in fact I’m Begging

You see, he allowed my parents in, and I don’t know what to do

I was so unprepared for this I still try to call home at a quarter past two

Who would’ve thought I’d crave their guidance even as a grown man

Even thought they raised me up, I don’t think I’m ready to lead my own clan

I know In my heart I don’t have a choice

please Saint Peter, I want them to hear my voice

I want to tell them I love them

I want to say I need them

I want them to see their grandson, a real Phenom

I just want one more chance to say I love you to my mom

Saint Peter I beg of you, you can have my all!

Just name your fee, and accept my call!

My eyes burn from all these tears

Because my reality has become one of my greatest fears!

I’ll pray and do good deeds days 1-7

Just please take my call in heaven….

Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Tick tick ticking

Tick tick ticking away

Ebbing away at my sanity

Eroding my empathy

Degrading my humanity

Tick tick ticking away

Getting closer to detonation

Forever getting lost in contemplation

Losing my mind without explanation

Tick tick ticking away

The fuse is getting closer to its end

My soul is about to bend

My body has lost its will to self defend

Tick tick ticking away….

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