life is like
a phone line
constantly waiting
for an answer
we look for a giver
but have we just
been our own
receiver?
who may be at the other end?
what lies before us?
the harsh unknown
and its unseething silence
thumping as its own
beating heart
will we continue to wait
for life's last ring
to make its final heartbeat?
(b.d.s.)
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:34 PM UTC
life is like
a phone line
constantly waiting
for an answer
we look for a giver
but have we just
been our own
receiver?
who may be at the other end?
what lies before us?
the harsh unknown
and its unseething silence
thumping as its own
beating heart
will we continue to wait
for life's last ring
to make its final heartbeat?
(b.d.s.)
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