LATE

I found another work of art. I believe I wrote this poem in high school. This piece of greatness is called "Late."

LATE
Darkness wandered about the house
Pitch black, nothing could be seen
Except for one small light
Like that of one fire fly in a blackout
I sat, reading, writing, suffering
Trapped in a Turkish P R I S O N
Known as a History book,
I studied, reading writing, dying
shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I hear

(nothing)

My eyes shut slowly
And slowly
And then,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz