CELL
I keep considering picking up the phone
But have become accustomed to being alone
I have the numbers in my head
But just add them all together instead
Recite the line "Hello, It's Me."
As the cord sucks down my tragedy
And spews it out on the other end
Infecting a dear neglected friend
My darkness unleashed and then it's spread
To another's body, another's head
Crawling through their veins and to their heart
Diseasing every nimble part
Until they too are struck with pain
The virus I did not contain
Sadness, madness, terror and fear
Cast on a friend that lent me an ear
I must not speak, I must not tell
Of my isolated hell
Deaf to the incessant ring
I will remain in quarantine.
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