Last Call

Last Call

I wonder if I call will the person on the other end will answer the phone… but lately they just send straight to voicemail so now I feel evermore alone… I can sense that the afterlife is calling me, I can tell cause I smell their cologne… I’ve been hurting internally lately, but somehow it’s not shown publicly.

If I don’t get sent to voicemail, I get put on hold… the silence just gets even more bold… my conscious is getting the best of me saying “I told you so”… “they wont care if you go”… they’ll eventually go back to normal as if they had the common cold.

I’ve been in this ring fighting for a long time.. I just keep breaking down like an enzyme… the amount of tears I’ve cried, the heavy weight on my chest, maybe my peace will come when I shut my eyes to enterally rest. 

But yet when I go out into the world I put out a smile…they’ll assume I’m ok for awhile. I haven’t been doing great in the wing because I’ve lost my agility… the next round I will be on the ground from a knockout  and enter a world where it’s tranquility. 

So… do I dial up this phone in hope someone will picks it up on a ring… or be disappointed with everything that it brings… I’m shaking and trembling with this phone in my hand, tears from my eyes as I watch them fall as a cry for help… just like at the bat at 2am, this is the last call.