Answering the Phone

Answering the Phone


I dove in last night.
I sucked in as much water as my lungs could hold.
I held onto Love as much as I could.
And then my eyes began to close.

A ringing filled my ears,
As more water flooded into me.
How come it hasn’t stopped?
I should be filled up by now.

Sound escapes my mouth.
A whimper equating good works and small lies.
A house on fire and a crackling of nature.
Sound escapes when you are more than alone.

A feeling that lingers in everything that I do.
A small tinge of pain that exemplifies determination to feel better.
An answer that is asked as a statement.
And the statement decides to question the answer, brought on by truths or maybe they are lies?

But in time, it passes and the real bits leak through.
A ride that exits three stops before the correct turn.
A highway stretching over varied topography.
And a heart that decides which one it likes the most.

What is the worst thing that could possibly go down?
What will happen if I choose something different.
What can change the ever presence?
What can they overcharge me for now?

The whimper carries me home.
A small breeze pushing me along
As I brace myself for the promised high winds down the road.
Pulling me to the left, and then to the right.
I resurface from this ocean to once again be pointed towards the target goal.

Sound escapes my mouth.
A whimper equating good works and small lies.
A house on fire and a crackling of nature.
Sound escapes when you are more than alone.
Sound escapes when you decide that it is now time to finally answer the phone…

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