Final Phone Call

Final Phone Call

A Poem by Tricia Pattinson


Final Phone Call
by Tricia Pattinson


An escape from utterances
That bounce not off a body
Instead, merge into our souls
Like barbs relentlessly finding nerves
And unremovable without help

The cost in loss too degrading
For another phone call

I'm walking far off
From pain of hearing who we've become
And the awful nudgings of our barbs
We call our words

© 2015 Tricia Pattinson


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words have the ability to rub nerves raw. I thought this was well conceived and well executed. Favourite lines are "Instead, merge into our souls, Like barbs relentlessly finding nerves." Well done. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


It's often that the words we hear and let into our souls are worse than any physical pain. Nice job with this one.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Added on February 6, 2015
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