The Fourth Call

I am sure I hear the voices

I am sure that it’s the sound I hear

I am sure it’s physical and that it strikes my eardrum

But I don’t know where it’s coming from.

It calls me thrice

I have heard the advice

I say no reply; I have no choice

I ask no questions to the voice.

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That makes no fourth call.

I controvert my sense, I say,

“No one calls me in the middle of the night;

Calls me by name, but is not in my sight!”

But I hear them

The voices in my head.

The calling of the dead

People call me; I act deaf. 

I wait… until the fourth call is made.