Enter The Poet - Restricting Judgement

Awakened With A Shudder

There is a chill and a feeling of fright
It has been a cold evening, and a dark night

The streets are empty, and cars are gone
There are no kids, no toys on the lawn

I awake in a shudder, of the silence around
I rush for clothes, and scurry without sound

This time of year, is supposed to have its scares
The creeping and crawling; the awaking of fears

So I hop into my car, and venture into the fray
I must have forgotten, that this was a work day

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