Thursday Confession

Righteous Jammer

I had an early morning start.
But your unanswered calls,
tore me apart.

My feet sent me back to bed
Said I needed,
to clear my head.
Fear I thought instead.

By noon I rose from my slumber.
I dialed your number,
Busy signal rang in my head
Told my feet,
back to bed.

Gutterpoet

a poet wrote:

I had an early morning start.
But your unanswered calls,
tore me apart.

My feet sent me back to bed
Said I needed,
to clear my head.
Fear I thought instead.

By noon I rose from my slumber.
I dialed your number,
Busy signal rang in my head
Told my feet,
back to bed.

Cool vibe poet,

"...It must be Thursday, I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays......"
...........Arthur Dent.

Ali

a poet wrote:

I had an early morning start.
But your unanswered calls,
tore me apart.

My feet sent me back to bed
Said I needed,
to clear my head.
Fear I thought instead.

By noon I rose from my slumber.
I dialed your number,
Busy signal rang in my head
Told my feet,
back to bed.

I love the rhyming and repetition...its overall a brilliant piece...
sorry to hear about the bad news though poet dear:(