She's calling me again and again,
Saying something, trying to convey a message.
But the words do not reach,
Her voice washes over my ear,
Like waves crashing on the beach.
leaving without a trace.
The sound echoes on the walls,
Of a deep , dark cave.
Where no light can breach.
Its futile, even so the voice does not stop,
Forcing her way up a endless staircase,
While I wait on the other side.
She tells me to stretch out my hand,
She asks me to hold tight,
While I say I'm gonna be late,
She smiles but pleads me to wait on.
She says she's almost there,
While I say she's nowhere near.
I warn I'm about to leave,
But she won't let me go,
I tell her its alright,
But she thinks its a lie,
She urges me to give her a lift.
And I laugh and say:
"Aren't you forgetting something ?"
She seems confused and says:
"What's that?''
I smile and remind her as I used to,
"The ride's not for you Silly !"
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
