Childish Terror
Laced covered windows,
pink painted walls,
dancing flowers.
Fog-clouded lights,
dim of night,
eerie, uncommon sight.
Flying to my bed,
safe from Dracula,
and men from Mars.
Safely sleeping.
Night after night,
always the same,
throbbing pulse, palpitating heart.
Dream returning.
Running Running Running
Down Dark Desolate Streets
Pavement Pounding Behind
Strange, unknown, darkness
The big city bus station?
No one to help
No where to turn
Running Running Running
Down Dark Desolate Streets
Pavement Pounding Behind
No safe place to hide,
Storm abrewing, a wall away
Innocent babes left adrift
Defenseless, helpless, orphaned for the night
No twinkling stars
No wasted wishes
Only,
Running Running Running
Down Dark Desolate Streets
Pavement Pounding Behind
Self-preservation prevailed.
Maternal instincts vanished.
Naïve nymphs neglected,
within the grasp of the angry, savage twin,
hoping for the gentle giants return.
Still,
Running Running Running
Down Dark Desolate Streets
Pavement Pounding Behind
Gentle giant retrieves.
Dance begins again.
Laurel Lindberg, July 6, 1997, Final Version
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