The Midnight Caller Poem by Tlou Romeo

Drawn by the light of cloudy sky, on the line lies my congestion, the midnight caller. I hold the threat of life bonded by eternity, within the voice, suffocated words of feelings are yet to be exhaled. Captured through darkness, the motion of dust, on the line lies my cohesion. The midnight caller, if words can say, let I confess words of feelings. Tick... tick... tick on the wall, the sound of shallow graven. Then I call upon you. Midnight caller, seen on my face are tears of ignorant touching the floor of rhythm. Midnight caller, it is a calling for music.