The Call

A sleepy-eyed soul ready to hit the bed
awakening frantically to a call in his head
should all hell break lose to this squall
if it wasn't for him, couldn't take a fall
the marinated air seems new and fresh
this ethereal call reeking under his flesh
from the one who now rests 6 feet under
the voices so familiar, causing a thunder
is that you or someone stranger
none in the world a threat or danger
cant believe if this is real or illusion
hopes lost down the drains of seclusion
breaks my heart this wild loneliness
ever since you left, this clinging distress
would life return to normal again
or struggle in this behold pain
perhaps the light at the end of tunnel may never glow
the call has a destiny i may never know...