It passed. Strangle me
With a cordless phone
While I'm sleeping
All alone
Stuck in some stranger's bed.
It passed. I'm done
So long ago,
In city's lights
The shadows bow
And I return their jest.
It passed. I do.
What will you say
To those who left
On Summer day
With Christ's blood on their lips?
It passed. And still
I hold my breath
To see that nothing
Matters less
Than what we had deserved.
It's cold. This cancer
Haunts her breast;
This patience's been
Her final test-
The only one she passed...
The Call
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2011
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