The tiny being perches by his telephone
Craving a melody, a ring that's his own
Beside his silver bell, yearning for a ting-a-ling
Yet silence prevails, a mysterious, lingering
Through newspapers, he quests for a kin
Only to find reporters wish his story to thin
The cord to his phone, severed by elusive shears
His silver bell's chime stolen, echoing sneers
Isolated, the town shivers with baseless fright
No malevolence in his heart, just misunderstood light
The telephone wire dances, a cut puppet string
A silver bell silenced, robbed of its spring
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Moments of Literature: Cosmic Cathartic
PoetryA book full of a bunch of random poetry/short stories/flash fictions and whatnot that I have written for Wattpad contests. Some are written by me though in my spare time. I am proud to say that some of these stories have won contests. :) Read for...
