My phone says ding-a-ling-a
I stare, my heart, it skips a beat
In its frantic tarantella
I wonder what my captor
The reason for my hearts erratic rhythm
Will ask me to do now
Shall I answer?
What will I do? Lie? Act Normally?
What will he decide after the brief ponder?
He gestures with his armed hand.
Oh, terrifying firearm!
for me to stand.
I scramble to my feet
So I shall pick up
I walk with heavy feet
As I reach with my hand, I realize
One word, one frightened breath on the receiver
It will bring my certain demise.
This thought caused the plastic handle
To weigh a million pounds
My lips feel like wax from a candle.
How can I speak,
when I can’t taken in a breath of life?
Will my life be taken by this creep?
The worst was I could have done more,
To prevent this end
Why didn’t I lock the damned door!?