Brick Whack In Dark Night
Brick Whack in Dark Night
I woke up from my sleep with sudden shot,
And instantly forgot my dreams to tell,
Unconsciously my hand reached out for cell
It knew where I had put it, ere I fell
Into that June night sleep, too, too much hot
To fall asleep. However, it could not
Take hold of it. Quite desperate I got
Up in my bed, and searched for hand fan. Well!
I could not get it either. Oh, what Hell!
I simply sat down at the edge of cot
And felt the sweat-drops trickling at my back,
And looked around in echoing dark, dark lot.
It was quite dark and silent night. I think
I had not seen more silent, darker night
With gasp of silence all around up right
I tried to find some fissure, crevice, chink
Of outside light but could not. O alack!
I could not get the reason of that whack.
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