That Call Poem by derrick foster

You know the one
Where you sense before you answer
Your mind gets flooded with images
You pick it up to hear
A pregnant pause
Your mind gets overloaded
With questions
Who is it?
What happened? When? Where will I have to go?
Really you already can guess
You just wait stunned
Then you’re answer is realized
You dread that call
The one where darkest fear are manifested
That call that yanks you from thought
Into a process of depression, of grief
That call no one wants to get
But inevitably have to answer