Feeling here
I am alone.
Waiting softly
For the phone;
Waiting for
Someone to call
Knowing that
No on will speak,
Everyone
Is so weak,
They fall.

And no one
Comes inside
My feeling,
I hear shadows
On the ceiling,
They protect me
From the meaning
And the sounds
Of no one
Screaming,
For the reason
I am waiting,
For the phone
To start ringing.

Waiting here
For anything,
That will tell me
I am free.
I’m waiting for
My phone to ring.

Sandra Osborne

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-3/