"The last call"

kiya16

"The stages of the last call"


Death is a scary thing,
And I am scared of it all,
No more story tales fall,
No more glory filled calls.
But the number will end,
It will be given away,
And the voice I once knew will begin to fade fade fade away.

I will remember the times
Ring! ring!
With a great big hello ,
with a joyful bellow ,
And I miss you so much ,
I can't wait to see you again.

But time fades on,
Ring! ring! ring!
With a normal hello,
And you cry out a mellow ,
I love you so much ,
I'll try to make it ,
But I have fallen again.

It continues to turn grey,
Ring! ring! ring! ring!
Hello comes across ,
A sorrowful sound I hear,
I can't make my dear ,
For I am sick and ill,
I love you I hope to see you again.....

The end draws nearer ,
Ring ring ring ring ring ,
A awful sound I hear mumbles ,
Hey ,
I have been in bed for a week,
And boy do I feel meek ,
I miss you,
I'm proud of you,
I love you ,
And don't you forget it .

Ring! ring! ring! ring! ring! ring!
Nothing you hear,
You heart drops with fear,
As you hope for the best,
As you sleep with no rest.


Ring!
Hi!
A voice joyfuly sings.
And unfamiliar voice on the other side
Is this Shine?
I'm afraid not you must have the wrong number I just got this number today.

 

  • Author: kiya16 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 10th, 2017 20:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Gary Edward Geraci

    Love until the end; we’ll never know when we’ll get that last call - fact is: we all get just one and only one. Love until the end my friend.

    • kiya16

      Thank you so much I wrote this about someone who is really dear to my heart and dosent have much time left on this earth



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