Hahaha, so, I found this poem in my desk today. It must have been from quite a while ago - I barely have any memory of it. I certainly don't remember what I wrote it about. But -- it made me laugh. Funny tense to write a poem in...
You wait in the hall and take one last breath
It must be now or never, freedom or death.
You take up your purse, put on that last glove,
You wait for a lightning bolt sent from above.
No lightning bolt comes, and so with a sigh
You take a step nearer, sure you will die.
That little steel room contains your worst fear -
I shan't be surprised if you never reappear.
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