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:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
