Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Call


speaking out
words are cold
turning away
desperate lone lingers

mulling over
wicked memories muster
thinking through
hard logic defies

giving up
heart bleeds sorrow
opting out
sanity regains

Could this be the choice
Must call my shots soon....

2 comments:

azrinna said...

Wow! Beautiful meaning.

mamasita said...

Wohoo..my poet friend..not bad!!:0)