A wonderous poem

[austommk]

Ah, the hell night
the darkness creeps
as my confidence plummets
i feel the grip of the cold night
scatching at my window
bekons me to sleep
but conquer the night
i shall
ah, the hell night
i sit in my chair
clutching two starbucks doubleshots
ready to drink them to conclusion
the bitter conclusion for which i strive
but it shall not find me
nor shall i find it
ah, the hell night
history inundates my thoughts
as i fail to cite another quote
the darkness now overpowers
my only weapon:
caffeine of truth
it will but see me throught
see me through
ah, the hell night
procrastination grips my thoughts
pulls me deeper in its wake
i gasp for sleep
but non i find
for i shall not find sleep
for far too long for man
i am forsaken,
history shall be the end of me
ah, the hell night
23 more pages
if only, i could
the sleep i dream of
in my hallucination
but it shall not find me
nor i find it
'til fridays open hands
shall find me
i shall conquer history
i shall conquer the loss
of my once, loved sleep
but now i drown
in the sea of knowledge
as caffeine lines my veins
i am hardened
i am ready
for the hell night

An original poem by Tom Austin
(5 mins)
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