Last Call Poem by Mark Ruiz

Suddenly I freeze, pathetic, and frozen.
Still I feel it slither down my skin.
Leaving a cool open feel.
Over the phone, I heard the call.
The last call of course for the night.
Still I knew the end was coming.
The light grew dimmer, the path smaller,
And my eyes, well my eyes heavier.
It crawled up and down my arm,
Leaving a trail, long red trail.
I heard that last call,
My last call for my loving life.
Lay me to sleep and pray I wake.