Wordle 44

Restless and unable to sleep

I wander through the house,

clutching a smudgy and scorched

piece of paper, with faint words

I know too well.

Heading out into the woods,

I go where I have gone 

so many times before.

A train whistle echoes in the distance

as I climb the path.

Suddenly losing my balance 

I slide downwards

through bizarre shadowy places

filled with ghosts.

I grab branches as if they were straps

and haul myself upright.

I am covered in sores and

mud seeps in everywhere.

I hear a loud buzzing sound--my alarm! 

Awakening, I realize it was all a dream.

I am safe, nestled in my bed.


This poem uses this week's Baker's Dozen words (smudgy, nestled, ghosts, shadowy, straps, bizarre, whistle, know, balance, restless, seeps, sores, scorched) for Wordle 44 from The Sunday Whirl.