call by midnight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
this poem is one to describe the way my days pass since i found myself hospitalized with no clue what was wrong..and how they play out because of the advanced lyme disease i now know i have..

Submitted: February 20, 2009

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Submitted: February 20, 2009



i'm not online today,

and my phone is off the hook,

the sun is shining bright,

but i dont get up to look,

two weeks of silence,

sitting here at home,

and im finally tired ,

of being alone,

i sign into my messanger,

just to catch a fight,

i give up and tell me freinds,

 just call  before midnight,

i busy myself in my books and blue prints,

and refuse to type back to annoying idiots,

i write for hours with what seems to not end,

so i dont remember how life could have been,

hour has past since my chatroom fight,

my best freind still bugging asking if im alright,

angry my words write fanning out like a flame might

as all i reply is "call before midnight",

its one thirty am and i know i was right,

no calls had come in at all by midnight,

what messages they send me have yet to be seen,

for even best freinds wont call an ice queen.

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