Posted December 04, 2016 19:40 · last edited March 18, 2021 07:20
A Poem.
My phone goes beep, beep.
Half awake. 3am. Awaiting the good news.
2-0 the message reads. The reds are ahead.
I should get up. Watch. Sleep is needed.
More beeping. More anticipation.
“They scored” the message reads. But fear not, Emre Can puts the demons to rest.
3 – 1.
Finally I sleep, assured of victory.
Sun rises, mood is good. Check my phone.
Fark I hate 2016.
A Poem.
My phone goes beep, beep.
Half awake. 3am. Awaiting the good news.
2-0 the message reads. The reds are ahead.
I should get up. Watch. Sleep is needed.
More beeping. More anticipation.
“They scored” the message reads. But fear not, Emre Can puts the demons to rest.
3 – 1.
Finally I sleep, assured of victory.
Sun rises, mood is good. Check my phone.
Fark I hate 2016.