Alarms rang suddenly in the night
just when hitting the bed seemed right.
Hastily I dressed
blindly under the stress.
Neighbors who I rarely see
met outside with me, their eyes weren’t filled with glee.
The trucks knew the place
to go just in case.
The men in their uniforms helped out more
as they investigated each floor.
They told us all was clear.
It was comforting to hear.
Hey everybody! I missed yesterday’s poem, so I wrote it today. I have today’s poem coming too. Last night I thought I’d get to bed earlier, so I set a show to record and went to bed at 9:30, very hopeful that I’d be able to fall asleep, my eyes were heavy. Then at 10pm, the apartment’s fire alarm went off. This one was different than the other building I was in; this was one of those large bells that was much, much louder and more startling.
I jumped out of bed, got dressed and headed outside with other neighbors. Long story short, the alarm went off twice – they were both false alarms, or someone may have had too much time on their hands and felt the need to watch their building evacuate. I missed the punchline, I was not pleased. It took me awhile for my hands to stop shaking once I was back at my place, and it was one of those nights where it felt like I struggled to sleep. Thankfully, it wasn’t a real fire.