Secrets of a sleepy town

Interrupted peaceful sleep.
Buzzer beat in my ear.
Bolted upright with surprise.
Head throbbing hurtfully.

Tangled in a web of sheets.
Constraining my every movement.
Finding the floor wrongfully.
Face met with harsh cold floor.

Scrambling through cascades of debris.
Grogginess not my friend.
Half wakened eyes straining.
Didn’t see the shut door.

Mirror reflecting a horror.
There was a scream.
I don’t believe me.
Cracked glass biting my toothbrush.

Tripping downward stairs.
No time for fast break.
Out the door in a flash.
Flash of red falling down more stairs.

Not a soul in wistful sight.
Clouds cover dreariness.
Creaky old town asleep.
Breathe in the damp air.

Jumping through fallen leaves.
Jump, hop, crash.
Into a hidden hole.
Sharing secrets with my foot.

Recovered from discovery.
My foot aches with many secrets.
Limping me away to there.
There, where butterflies encased.

A letter here in there.
Strewn together in a peculiar way.
To make a most obnoxious rhyme.
For no rhyme or reason why.

Sleepy, dreary, forsaken town.
My home for more a lifetime now.
Happy to find my walk unscathed.
No more secrets to encounter today.


Copyright 2010 Lauren Hall ©