Poem Hunter
(4/15/80 / Virgina)


Poem By janis nicole townsend

I hate the feeling of waiting
for someone to call.
They never do.
So, I say, “If anyone calls
I don’t want to speak to them…
No one! ”

No one calls.

So, I wanna call and say,
“Don’t call me ever again! ”

So, I won’t be waiting.
So, I can sleep.
So, I can say,
“….so, I told him not to call
me anymore—because I was sick of it! ”

But, still no calls,
and I’m still waiting…

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Comments (2)

janis, i like your poems, still i think you can dig a little deeper...a bigger hit..
didnt get the point which u want to tell....