I’d meant to browse my favorite book
but weariness prevailed
so nestled in my nighttime nook
I drifted off then sailed
beyond the crassly crying crush
to mazes deep within
where fear is heightened by the hush
before my foes begin
pursuing me relentlessly
through sinister abodes
as I scramble senselessly
while confidence corrodes
and urgently my sneakers churn
through slowly shrinking halls
exhausted muscles start to burn
momentum brusquely stalls,
reluctantly I turn to fold
then waken, most distraught,
will I ever be paroled
from cares that keep me caught?
Are You Reading Me?
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