My mum and dad call me
many times a day.
we live in the
same house,
but on different floors
when I’m working,
I hate to get interrupted.
They understand me
and I, too, understand them.
still….
it often makes me
erupt in a yell,
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t call me now please”;
but my heart sinks,
every time I react like that.
An emptiness
bites on my nerves.
I know
One day I’ll miss getting interrupted…
Christiana Sasa has been writing poetry for three years. Her work has been published in the literary magazines Poetry Life and Times, Literary Heist, Rye Whiskey Review etc. and in two E-zines called Dark Poetry Society and RavenCage. Besides poetry, she’s interested in painting, music, short films, and comedy.
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