Anxiety Rings True Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Anxiety rings supreme,
Treating the phone like a live grenade,
Ill at ease, conversation a nerve-racking dilemma
Mind drawing a blank,
What can be said when he's unable to say anything?
Scared, of letting the opposite phone party on the hook,
Having nothing to show for to speak of
Patience worn down to the nub,
Signal strength weakening,
Goodbye friend, sorry he couldn't provide better verbal service