Running to no end.
The edge so near,
Then a push.
Pushed off the side.
Until all at once.
A jolt awakens you.
To the loud and irritating.
Sound of an alarm clock.
Surrounded in dark.
Feeling slightly on edge.
Flick of a switch.
Light fills the room.
A quick sense of comfort.
Until it fades.
Time to get up.
Ready.Set.Go.
Jump start the day.
How it should feel.
Yet an eerie sense sinks back in.
Glances into every corner.
Just wishing to get out.
Out into the open air.
Somehow it feels safer.
All this superstition.
Feeling almost alone.
In the still silence of morning.
Then a movement.
Startled in fear.
To find it was nothing.
Nothing but disturbed nerves.
Where is peace in such thoughts?
All but running outside.
To shut the door in a hurry.
Staring behind me.
Failing to see.
Right in front of me.
Were all my superstitions.
Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©
