9-1-1, What is your emergency? I seemed to have lost my sense of urgency I froze Which is funny, because undoubtedly You used to be the one cold as ice I sat there My body solidified above the concrete But my faults began spilling out from my very being Becoming a temporary repair for the fault lines along the road 9-1-1, What is your emergency? The operator mimicked her opening line With remarkable consistency But my ears are not the problem here I've always been a good listener You told me that every now and then And although I interpreted her question rationally It was your final farewell that still had me perplexed My breathe walked with you as you departed Mostly due to your uncanny way with words You used your utterances as building blocks Crafting such a painful path with your magnificent mouth Your condolences were candy-coated consolation prizes Awarding my sincerity halfheartedly And this heartbreak is my podium now So while I lean on it willingly Raising fate above my head as my only trophy Know that I'm struggling with my acceptance speech I've always had trouble wording my verbage And expressing my sensations efficiently So bear with me while I materialize this message
9-1-1, What is your emergency?* Dispatch sounds distressed at this point And I'm desperate for a proper resolution So I try to recollect my mental resources And muster up the ability to announce my anecdote properly In order to explain my crisis precisely And what comes next is nothing My thoughts hovered around my mouth But lacked any sort of volume Thus remaining a mystery to the operator And typically I turned to you in these situations When my words became my worst nightmares You see, you always knew what to say You always responded with world class precision And I need an expert's advice every now and then But since you fled the scene Fearing the certainty of an imaginary apology I struggled with summing up my situation I've been attacked, please help me Finally I mustered up the energy to form Sounds similar enough to that phrase Close enough so this woman could send me Someone with the proper credentials and Experience for such misconstrued circumstances The detectives arrived and investigated the scene Doing their due diligence while I laid motionless on the pavement They looked for clues Studied for anything that could lead them to you But I guess my words weren't grounded in truth And although I knew only one suspect remained at-large They carried on with no substantial leads or possible breakthroughs The only arrest that occurred Was the false imprisonment of my heart in yours There was no bail set and parole will likely be denied What a deadly criminal at large
This is a repost from an earlier poem I had written... I did some editing and came up with this. Let me know what you think!