The Long Night

This is also a poem that I wrote for english, but this one is from 8th grade.

During the long restless night,

from the large shattered glass,

under the long wooden table,

near the shaking doorway,

into the dusty area,

around all the falling pictures,

through the big windowless bedroom,

over the boards,

down to the ground,

under the bed,

over the boxes,

beneath all the curtains,

on top

of the carpeted floor,

inside the house,

concludes to the suffocating boards

pushing me to the ground - then

over the sea

beyond anything dreams could conjure up,

into the relentless sky.