Rude Awakening
Someone keeps calling my name.
Is it the whispering of the wind?
Somehow, it doesn’t feel the same.
Is it a voice from deep within?
Someone keeps calling my name.
I see no one as I look around.
Sometimes, it drives me insane.
I hear it often. That same old sound.
Someone keeps calling my name.
Is it someone from my past?
I know that sounds a little lame.
Sometimes I feel harassed.
Someone keeps calling my name.
Is it a voice from up above?
If yes, there is much to gain.
I must handle it with gloves.
Someone keeps calling my name
I awake and look around.
“Get up for school, lame brain.”
My mom is who is making that sound.
—————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)