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The Listener.
I stood back in my old rocking chair
Listening for my vistors but no one came.
I turn on my flashlight I went outside. hello is there anyone there? but no one answered.
I shouted is there anyone ? but no one answered.I kept my word I said to my self.
I smote upon the door again a second time. Is there anyone there? but no one answered.
I stood relaxed and still listening to the rain forest birds in the far away wildrness.
But only a hosts of phantom visitors that was outside.
I went back to sleep with anger in my mind.
As the surged silence softly backwards.
© shanae Parry poetry Shanae parry
top gal
Listening for my vistors but no one came.
I turn on my flashlight I went outside. hello is there anyone there? but no one answered.
I shouted is there anyone ? but no one answered.I kept my word I said to my self.
I smote upon the door again a second time. Is there anyone there? but no one answered.
I stood relaxed and still listening to the rain forest birds in the far away wildrness.
But only a hosts of phantom visitors that was outside.
I went back to sleep with anger in my mind.
As the surged silence softly backwards.
© shanae Parry poetry Shanae parry
top gal
