Saturday, April 8, 2017

Manic panic

The ringing sound is heard
Ringtones vary, but is loud
To wake the sleeping bodies
An urgency, these foretold.

In the semi consciousness of
darkest of nights, in slumber
The panic is real and morbid
The moment and space, I lumber

Many an instance, in the past
Triggers the Pavlovian dread
the calls are handful in number
but, responses are inbred.

The affected are numbed
into complete suspension
While the show goes on,
for others, it is an apparition. 

Prompt - Poetic asides