I woke up to find my windows gone,
my front and back doors, too.
I was trapped inside this house,
what was I going to do?
I called for Mom, I called for Dad,
but neither seemed to be home.
I went downstairs to watch T.V.
I sat there all alone.
All the lights went out at once,
I hovered near the screen.
I tried to focus on the show,
hoping this was all a dream.
One, two, someone sang upstairs,
he’s awake again.
Three, four, the voice distorted,
hide and count to ten!
Heavy steps ran down the hall,
I ran for the closet door.
I hunkered down and began to count,
“One, two, three, four,”
It slithered down the oak wood stairs,
I felt like I could cry.
“-five, six, seven, eight,”
I quickly closed my eyes.
I could hear it right outside the door,
“-nine, ten!” I anxiously cried.
I heard the handle turn and then,
I reopened my eyes.
I was in my room again,
tucked tightly in my bed.
I had dreamed the entire thing,
it was all in my head!
I had a laugh and laid back down,
but something still felt wrong.
I looked over at my window,
and saw that it was gone.
About the Creator
A. González
I am a 24 y/o person from a small town in Oklahoma.
Comments (1)
Awesome! This is one, if not the best poem I've read in quite some time. I enjoyed it so much.