A silent telephone; a token of indifference
In her lonely room.
The television close by, a complete contrast;
Of throbbing sound, rhythm and gaiety.
She gazes from her window, towards a children’s playground.
Watching them playing, laughing and dancing.
Excited by the future; yet oblivious to the fears
And lost hopes of the world around them.
She turns away, her tearful eyes settling on an ugly wastebin;
Littered with the ashen remains of his last letter.
She raises a glass of rum and coke and swallows
The very beautiful, yet very deadly tablets.
Consciousness fades as she sighs her last breath;
And her weary spirit announces its resignation from this world
As the ringing from a distant telephone echoes in her lost mind.
