Angele Toomey Poetry

“The meaning of this poem is ambiguous”, is what I would say if it was opposite day.

The struggle goes on.

The Calling
I can hear it calling to me
The sound reverberates 
Bouncing off bone and sinew

I can feel it pulling at me
The gravitational forces
Drawing my body and mind in

I can taste the returning
A bitterness in my name
Cutting off worldly words

I can see it, that anti-dawn
The heavy covering
Weighing down every cell

I can hear it calling me
The sound reverberating
Relentlessly
Craving my oxygen 
my darkness
How do I resist the calling
When it is already
Here.