“22 missed calls” – Poetry by Ryan

Spring grows into summer,
Colors showing in Fall,
Dark time is the winter see no color at all,
Working is the man who can’t relax when on call,
The days seem tall,
Miss his sons game of B-ball,
And if that ain’t enough,
The man’s going through withdrawal,
Going through hell,
He’s smacked around like a pinball,
22 missed calls,
His wife had the last straw,
This is just life,
We all living it mad Raw.

Spring grows into summer,
Colors showing in Fall,
Dark time is the winter, you see no color at all,
Working is the man who can’t relax when on call,
The days seem tall,
Miss his sons game of B-ball,
And if that ain’t enough,
The man’s going through withdrawal,
Going through hell,
He’s smacked around like a pinball,
22 missed calls,
His wife had the last straw,
This is just life,
We all living it mad Raw.

Published by Katherine Estelle

I would tell you where I live, but I live in different places every few months. I enjoy traveling and seeing new things. I have been a professional photographer for many years now and do all styles of photography. I enjoy modeling from time to time as well. I make candles, Chapstick, tea, spell jars, sage bundles...I collect crystals and I like painting. I sell the crafts I create, to make room for more.

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