the phone is ringing
The sound hollow through the walls
so close, yet I'm too scared to pick up
who could it be?
another scam call, a lover from before
Perhaps the deceased, or a newborn
There I hear it
The ringtone that oh so, haunts me
It becomes louder and louder
But I stay in bed not wanting to pick it up
I'm sorry, I'm not available at the moment
Here I lay, tired confused dazed
I feel so low
Leave a message after the beep
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
