The conversation By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
Her voice is comfort and calm,
Her vision as clear as any flawed
Human can muster.But when
The conversation comes to
It's inevitably akward end,
It's as if you are leaving the warmth
Of a friend's house to return
To the cold discomfort of your own.
The words trail off like a prayer
Coming to an end with the futility
Of redemption, for there is nothing
Left of you to redeem,so when the phone
Goes dead,the metaphor is too obvious
To state, too painfully absurd to admit.
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