Words Of An Idle Mind

Phonecall (poem)

A shrill ring, a ringtone,
Two voices, one phone.
One ear, two lips,
A lonely tear slips.

One call, a heaving heart,
Few words, a consoling part.
A hesitant okay, the call disconnects,
Another one of self-doubting acts.

Will it be okay, to call them anytime?
Disturbance, annoyance- on the prime.
But it's okay to be their 'one call away',
Even if for you, they aren't here to stay.

Talking to the walls, seems the best,
But your emotions are still in a jest.
A conflict between sanity and self-worth,
The one-sided duel slams self to earth.

Back to dialing the digit,
Troubling thoughts, fingers fidget,
One for obligation, none for feelings,
An intimidated mind scared of the dealings.

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A/N : is it only me, or do others feel that internal conflict of calling someone? Most of the time, i feel like I'd be a nuisance to people if i call them (i know, overreacting mind), so i tend to not do it often, which leads to them asking me why i do so. And it's kind of difficult to explain it to people when you yourself don't understand the irrational fear.

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