The world might come to an end but I will never bend to attend the cell ringing like damnation to hell.
This incessant ringing fills me with rage like a tiger enslaved, enraged in cage. 'tis everything frightening the evening's storm, thunder and lightening pleasing silence no longer remains grief, anger, frustration domains.
nerves rattle like a boiling kettle knees weaken, heart's pounding fails to settle deep breaths no longer help words trapped and lumped.
fear, panic, dread deprive me of the valor to pick the call and end the terror.