by Vernon Waring
(King of Prussia, PA)
it blares me awake
from a deep sound sleep -
a high-pitched aberrant sound
that disturbs and mystifies -
a sonic knife
cutting through the air
I pause
not remembering
who I am
where I am
how I got here
in this dark unfamiliar room
I struggle to remember
what mayhem could await me -
something evil, foreboding,
something awful
cloaked
in the merciless sunlight
of morning
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