by Vicki Andis

Created on: January 03, 2010

You left without a word, the silence rebounding around the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

 Another argument, words a blur, feelings, emotions, erupting, the air filled with hurt.

Tomorrow brings the promise of a new day, a new beginning, the chance to make it right again.

Angry words spewing out, like a volcanic eruption, no regard for your feelings, a banshee, released.

These hurtful occasions, becoming more frequent, have a life of their own, dark and destructive.

Tomorrow I will make it right, another chance to express how I feel, try to work it out.

The ringing of the telephone awakens me, it's late, I answer the call.

The words being spoken are making no sense, you never felt a thing, it happened so fast.

Tomorrow brings a new day, with no chance to make it right, I cry.

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