free write
Key Word: telephones
Ringing silence like phone calls that should have would have didnt come because the other line was broken torn crumpled on the floor lost in despair tears falling around and down her face twisting turning slurring and indecipherable hysterics typical to those drunk, drowned, slipping down down down to the floor as the broken door crashed all around the splinters burrowing buried and lost like life like love like her like them like a mother, MY mother not her mother-- the mother that took her in and waited and watched and prayed and cried and thought God Just Let Me Know Shes Alive and then they called and the phone was ringing and it rang and it drowned out the sounds of her sobbing and sliding down to the floor where she knelt and rocked to the beat of the click and beep from the other end and she said Dear God I Cant Do This Again with the waiting and the thinking and the praying and the tears that keep falling as I keep calling and the ringing and the not knowing if she's dead or alive and sometimes I just cry becuase its killing me from the inside out and I have nothing now to keep me standing on these two feet that ran so fast to reach her too late.
So she packs her bags and says so long to this world and this life and these children who might as well be strangers for all the thanks they gave her throwing away their lives the ones that she created for them to have brand new and fresh so that they didnt have to let things like bad dreams and bad memories and bad moments be all that they had so they could make things their own and they did by god they ripped it all to shreds and said there look what a mess you have left and she stands there and takes it and doesnt try to make it clear to the world that she gave them her soul and call her heartless
So if there is a hell then she's living it now in the shame and the pain and the guilt and the doubt of her life's work being thrown out the window by the people she raised and called her own though they werent amd its killing me now to hear the sounds of her quietly weeping and whispering don't...forget I loved you
Ringing silence like phone calls that should have would have didnt come because the other line was broken torn crumpled on the floor lost in despair tears falling around and down her face twisting turning slurring and indecipherable hysterics typical to those drunk, drowned, slipping down down down to the floor as the broken door crashed all around the splinters burrowing buried and lost like life like love like her like them like a mother, MY mother not her mother-- the mother that took her in and waited and watched and prayed and cried and thought God Just Let Me Know Shes Alive and then they called and the phone was ringing and it rang and it drowned out the sounds of her sobbing and sliding down to the floor where she knelt and rocked to the beat of the click and beep from the other end and she said Dear God I Cant Do This Again with the waiting and the thinking and the praying and the tears that keep falling as I keep calling and the ringing and the not knowing if she's dead or alive and sometimes I just cry becuase its killing me from the inside out and I have nothing now to keep me standing on these two feet that ran so fast to reach her too late.
So she packs her bags and says so long to this world and this life and these children who might as well be strangers for all the thanks they gave her throwing away their lives the ones that she created for them to have brand new and fresh so that they didnt have to let things like bad dreams and bad memories and bad moments be all that they had so they could make things their own and they did by god they ripped it all to shreds and said there look what a mess you have left and she stands there and takes it and doesnt try to make it clear to the world that she gave them her soul and call her heartless
So if there is a hell then she's living it now in the shame and the pain and the guilt and the doubt of her life's work being thrown out the window by the people she raised and called her own though they werent amd its killing me now to hear the sounds of her quietly weeping and whispering don't...forget I loved you