Phone call
December 18, 2006
Lifeless like a bad tune
Detached,
My voice traveled in the air
To share a moment with you
I heard it, shuddering with fear
Distant like a dormant tumor in a smoker’s lung
Bitter like a cunning destiny
Resurrecting the death inside me
What an ill messenger did I send to you!
Absent like a cold-blooded murderer
Sick,
I wandered in the street
My mind –an exclamation mark-
Drifting in the wasteland of my life.
What a loss!
What a miserable end!
How far can I reach with the lie of being alive?
They say it’s a matter of time till you believe your own lies
And reshape your life to the confines of their realities.
I miss you; did I tell you?
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