in depth look at poem: This poem was written one day when I was in chat talking to Beck and then all of the sudden I was cut off. My connection went dead and I couldn't get reconnected (I know...I tried). This poem goes in to how I felt because of it.


Locked out

my acid tears burn a path
down my face.
I'm sad, I'm sad.
I want to talk to you.

my jagged pain rips a hole
into my heart.
I'm lonely, I'm lonely.
I can't believe I've been cut off.

my acid tears burn a path
upon my cheeks.
I'm sad, I'm sad.
I want to be your friend.

my jagged pain rips a hole
through my mind.
I'm lonely, I'm lonely.
I can't believe this killed me.

-Jon Johnston


© Copyright 1997 Jonathan Johnston


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