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Unwanted phone calls
by Shannon McEwenIn the dark corners of the heart
Unconscious thought
Hoping that call won’t come
Using denial as a defence
A life lived
And now done
Leaving those left behind
In the grim reapers wake
And then the call
Blend with the tears
And the memories
And unconscious thought shrugs
And picks up the next denial
Waiting for the curtain call
01/14/2012 Posted on 01/15/2012
Copyright © 2026 Shannon McEwen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lori Blair on 01/15/12 at 11:54 PM Maybe we are all waiting for that next curtain call somehow..Excellent!!!! |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 01/16/12 at 12:51 AM I have to ditto Lori completely here...this is divine! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/12 at 09:18 PM It sounds like there's a few centuries worth of waiting in just these few lines. It's a strange thought. One I'm pleased to entertain at the end of a really good piece of writing. |
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