The Constant Ring

Being alone hurts more than you think,

having the waves of constant struggles hitting and causing you to sink.

I heard the constant ringing but chose to go my own way.

 

Not getting attached I've learned was a mistake.

It only causes heart-aching pain.

The pain dulling me,

causing me to go insane.

I thought I was alone,

having to face my constant fears,

trying to make everything clear.

All alone.

 

I ignored you.

I ignored the constant ring.

I tried so hard not to get attached,

I left you, I tried to act like a match.

But in reality a match without a lighting strip is broken.

I was broken.

My heart in tiny shattered glass pieces.

Tears fell down my eyes for many reasons.

Then again I heard the constant ring.

 

You kept trying to get me to listen,

calling me trying to find out if i was all right.

But I missed it,

I let it ring,

the sound of my phone repeating.

It went on like this for many nights,

I was a mess and it was such an ugly sight.

Then again I heard the constant ring.

 

This time was different,

Finally, I answered my phone.

I guess I was just tired of being alone.

I cried so hard that night

and you told me that everything was going to be all right

I answered the constant ring.

 

Now I've realized my mistake

Yes I still go through some pain

But it's bearable because it's not just me.

It's us, it's we.

The presence of God was that constant ring.

This poem is about: 
Me

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maddox_kmg

this speaks to me ..

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