The four in the morning

Buzz, the phone

lets out

 a dying squeal of save me

in electronic Morse.

The screen is lit up

for a moment

with the legend,

battery low…

I sigh and continue to write helplessly

with a million words in mind,

all running towards

Oblivion

and I think to myself,

it’s not a competition

but I do know

how you feel.

Ian D. Hall 2017