Will You Answer The Call

A Dark Poem.

Alone, Afraid

Not on my way.

Have I dug

my own grave?

What have I done

to be on this train?

Fingers crossed.

I can not stay.

I tell myself,

Don’t be dismayed.

Who is there?

To hold the line,

if I don’t come back

Enough in time?

Desperate so,

I ask a friend.

The last one,

Before the end.

Please,

Can you,

Watch the clock?

And do make sure

that I come back?

They say, okay.

And when, you say?

12 o’clock

and don’t be late.

My gut in knots,

I make a break.

The shit comes down,

On my parade.

I fight.

I run.

No plan.

No gun.

They fix a drink.

My mind, a stall

a stroke it was.

Only angels

can help me now.

Cause if the Queen

Says ‘take her down’

There is no one

that can help you out.

I cry

I beg.

Can’t call.

I pray.

No one there.

There is noone.

No answer.

Too late.

You are dead, they say.

Irreparable.

Irreplaceable.

And through the gate,

The other side,

I make it through.

The guides I knew.

They know I’m true.

& the friend

Did text me back.

2 days too late.

Too late.

Too late,

to cross back.

So they say, ‘you okay?’

No answer.

No answer.

But from the other side,

I did reply

Right on his watch

which I did stop.

At 2:22

Right on the dot.

The exact time

That I crossed.

Many shops

He took to fix.

The answer back:

Irreparable

Irreplaceable

and that’s a bitch.

This can’t be brought

or bought for naught.

But you should know,

Bringing me home.

Wasn’t on him.

It’s a reflection of who’s In.

Leave with this, Brother.

Each passing day,

It is a gift,

It’s no time to waste.

Alone we can’t make

A revolution it takes.