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
in the merciless sunlight
of morning

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