Poetry · Writing Guilt November 17, 2017 SamT.Gutierrez I hear the call day or night mostly during the hail I hear the call. It comes and haunts me like my shadow, follows me around, like a nightmare. The ring and the voice on the other line, I hear the ring, everywhere I go. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez My name is Sam and I love art. I sometimes do podcast, I sometimes stream videogames. View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...