The Phone Keeps Ringing

The high pitched song jolts me from sound slumber. A monophonic ballad tearing my peace asunder.

My arm flails frantically, scrying for the source. It’s nowhere near, so I sigh, “But of course”.

I sit up too quickly, my head spins and sways. My body craves rest for several more days.

Groggy I stand up, make my way to the sound, steadying myself as more my head starts to pound.

I regain my composure, and realise the absence of noise. Groaning with frustration, I sink back without poise.

No sooner do I feel I’ve regained my bearings, I hear a sound in the distance that familiarly sings.

I look around squinting, wondering where it could be. My personal rectangle that is summoning me.

What if it’s important, if I’m needed for task? What if a loved one has a favour to ask?

Once again I stand up, and again there is silence. I will find you, I speak out loud in defiance.

I shudder and squint, as it rings once more. This time I see it, lighted up on the floor.

I pace my way over, wondering what I will find. A thousand scenarios race through my messed mind.

I crouch and unlock the screen just to see, it’s just been a sales call to interrupt me.

Thank you for reading, this was the first poem I posted to Medium in June 2023. You can find the original here. I'll be uploading new things here, as well as some older pieces.