The Phone Call by Kit McCallum
The call that comes in darkest sleep,
Awakens with a fright;
For 2 am, the silence breaks
The peaceful calm of night.
When only moments earlier,
I dreamt of visions fair;
Of light and love and happiness;
... Till ringing filled the air.
It beckoned me from deepest sleep,
And drew me from my daze;
I shook my head to clear my mind,
Find focus through this haze.
"How long has this been ringing?"
As I reach to find the light;
I steal a glance toward the clock,
And now my heart takes flight!
'Tis many hours before the dawn,
Yet all should be in bed;
My loved ones faces fill the night;
... My heart is filled with dread.
I struggle for composure as
I reach to grab the phone;
My stomach churns, my heart contracts;
"Are all my kids at home?"
I stumble as I grasp the handle,
Stifle silent screams;
"Oh God ... please let this phone call
Be a part of just a dream!"
My heart is racing, mind's a whirl,
Receiver's made of lead;
"Oh, how can this be happening!"
"Who's on the other end?!"
Just seconds pass and yet I find
It's been eternity;
I raise the phone to panicked ear;
"Oh please ... don't be for me!"
Awakens with a fright;
For 2 am, the silence breaks
The peaceful calm of night.
When only moments earlier,
I dreamt of visions fair;
Of light and love and happiness;
... Till ringing filled the air.
It beckoned me from deepest sleep,
And drew me from my daze;
I shook my head to clear my mind,
Find focus through this haze.
"How long has this been ringing?"
As I reach to find the light;
I steal a glance toward the clock,
And now my heart takes flight!
'Tis many hours before the dawn,
Yet all should be in bed;
My loved ones faces fill the night;
... My heart is filled with dread.
I struggle for composure as
I reach to grab the phone;
My stomach churns, my heart contracts;
"Are all my kids at home?"
I stumble as I grasp the handle,
Stifle silent screams;
"Oh God ... please let this phone call
Be a part of just a dream!"
My heart is racing, mind's a whirl,
Receiver's made of lead;
"Oh, how can this be happening!"
"Who's on the other end?!"
Just seconds pass and yet I find
It's been eternity;
I raise the phone to panicked ear;
"Oh please ... don't be for me!"
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I think many of us have had that horrible moment of sheer panic when the ringing of a telephone awakens us in the early morning hours from a deep sleep. This is the only time we truly wish for it to be a "wrong number". Unfortunately, this poem was inspired by an all-too-real, life-altering incident.
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Reading your poem brought me back to that horrible night at 3 am when the phone call I received sent me out into the night, literally screaming from a pain so deep, so intense, that I could not control this agony from being released. Thank you for writing this down so well! - Lianne |
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All of your poems are so wonderful and enjoyable! They have truely inspired me! You are a really great writer and I enjoy you tremendously! Thank you for helping me with my writings and keep on doing what you are doing! - Brittany |
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This poem gives insight on some people's worst fear, lssig a family. I'm a writer myself and got a chill down my back after I finised reading that poem - Mario |
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This poem tore my heart to shreds. it is forever etched in mind. - Krisna |
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good poem - kayla |
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This poem completely filled my senses again. It's so terrifying what one small phone call can bring to someone. I remember waking up after hearing the phone, and my parents telling me about my best friend. I know what it feels like, but I also know that there is light at the end of the dark tunnel. God has truly blessed you, Kit. - Jen |
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it was suspenceful - beth |
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I kind of understand the poem just a little i get that feeling to when someone calls that late also - n/a |
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THIS WAS SO TRUE ANYONE WITH TEEN AGE CHILDREN SHOULD READ THIS AND GOD BLESS ALL WHO DOE;S AND HOPE AND PRAY THAT ANY OF YOU WHO GET A CALL LIKE THIS ALL YOUR CHILDREN ARE SAFE OR IT IS THE WRONG NUMBER. - nana |
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Wow. as I read your poem, I felt I wrote it, infact it seems almost my words. Bless your ever future call, for I understand. keep writing it touched a spirt. - Kri |
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I really love this poem, because I've had a call just like that at 3 in the morning, and it turned out that my mom had been in a car accident and killed. So I can understand all of the things running throigh your head at that time - Marie |
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Woderfully written ! But, the call is not always horrifying. It can give you your wildest hope coming true. I had a friend whom I last met when in high school. I somehow traced his whereabouts after 25 years(then I was 14 and now I am 39 and got his phone number and dialled to speak to him. He picked the phone and I asked if he was the same person and gave my identity. He was shocked, filled with emotions,too overwhelmed and excited and then he told me that it was midnight 2 o clock in Canada while I was very coolly calling him from India where it was a time before noon. Now, we are in touch. - ranju |
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I had such a call not too long ago and it was all a hoax - the pain I went thru I would not wish on my worst enemy - this poem just took a small chip of that pain away - I still find it difficult to forget the incident though - Deanne |
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I really liked this poem. you are a good writer. - Mandy |
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your poem is really good the way it is witten puts you right where it is happening - Emmanuel |
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I really like that poem. It was well written. - Jennalee |
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this is such a great poem! so well written. you have amazing tallent - cat |
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Your poem was amazing. It puts you right there at that time. For me that's a little painful, But it's true. It's very real. It's the way I feel every time that phone rings in the middle of the night. From experience. - mary |
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hey.wow, all i can say is this is a pretty powerful poem! I really like this - tanni |
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very well written its like everyone thinks of the same thing in the night when the phone rings! - Amanda&Alizyaih |
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How is it that you know what you're about to hear with out picking up the phone? I had the call late one night, but I knew already she was gone. - rachael |
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This poem brought out alot of memories for me. In 2 days my sister will have been gone for nine years and it fully makes me understand how my mother feels when that phones rings late at night. - kelleah |
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i feel your pain i just recieved a phone call in the middle of the night and i was thinking the same thing but i was for me and it was a horrible thing and i wish it all was a dream but we all have to face reality even when i isn't fun to do. - cara |
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This poem really brought back some memories. I enjoyed it and thought it very well written. - connie |
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This is excellent all too true I have had this experience with awful circumstance. - Karen |
