There's a clock
In this cell.
It's so loud.
Blaring in my ear,
I can't sleep.
I can't think.
I can't do anything.
It's like it's
Taunting me.
But all it is
Is a mindless clock,
Doing its job in
Telling the time
When people look at it.
It's not doing its job
For me though.
It's too loud.
So its job is not to
Tell the time,
But to be silent.
And it's failing
Miserably right now.
It's dark in here, too.
It's hard to see what
I'm writing.
Hopefully nothing's
Spelt incorrectly.
That would be
embarrassing.
And nobody likes
Being embarrassed.
Well,
Maybe a psychopath.
But I wouldn't know.
I've never met one.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Sal
Kısa HikayeBeing stuck on death row can be pretty boring. Why not write about everything until the inescapable death that waits for me just as much as I wait for it.
