Hold On

I cringe as I fear the absent voice

you are dead, defiant, missing

thought provoking image

never spiked into reality

left on hold in phone abyss

I am frustrated as I wait for vanished voice

I want to shout what’s on my mind

waiting wheels spinning slowly

winding labyrinths of endless music

elevator going up and down

I feel like a tumbleweed unseen and unheard

my words beg to be heard

stressed blood boiling over the rim

waiting for visions to reach human form

number nine in information byway.

I trek thought excursions blowing in my mind

you answer the phone in drawling voice

how can we help you in simpering tone

I hang up on you and pat my own back

I no longer need your worthless words

I am in control of my own destiny.