...and so the telephone rings
it happened to be you at the end
how i wish it would just disappear
when i open my eyes...of this nightmare
I tried to forget and was doing just fine
the ringing began,
in my head again...
But, it came from the outside
Please just go away
and quit tormenting me
What oh what have I done to you...
for me to deserve this?
I guess it began
the day I opened the door
I should have gone back to sleep...
and dreamt myself from this world
Dave,
Some poems make there presents felt by the
way they are exhaled... some gasp, some cough
some moan and groan, some yawn but this...
this poem... This poem rises out of you
like a goes with a yearning sigh... aaaaah.
Love it. It is definately a reread.