Poetry · Writing

Guilt

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.

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