The sound of a silent ring tone

Four a.m,almost sound asleep driving towards darkness.

A muted siren disrupts,flashing light,warning,maybe danger ahead.

A collision of thoughts sudden and abrupt.

Reaching across to a road unknown my moment of clarity erupts.

I freeze.do I proceed,answer call or put life on hold.

My newly awakened conscience suddenly disrupts.

What?When?Where?My thoughts begin to deconstruct.

Road blocks accumulating,deciphering through the red.

Questions and answers,anger and worry,silent and abrupt.

Four thirty a.m,I ease back on pedal,back into my safety net that engulfs.

I close my eyes to bypass the truth.

My head sinks into the pillow like a piece of lead.

I lay in my shell,encased by my own accusations,sincere but yet abrupt.

Speeding away,looking into rearview,my memory a reflecting light to follow and instruct.

Windows down,the cold wind,awakening,eyes closed,glaring infrared.

The nothingness in front of me.The wheels turning in my head.

The words he spoke,the dream disrupts.