Night Shift

Was feeling bored during class, so I wrote this.

Alone, I am.

No one with me.

Only a sham.

It's what they see.

Nobody around,

Can't see or hear.

Nary a sound,

Nothing near.

When will it end?

When will it stop?

How much time must I spend

In this lonesome shop?

At the edge of this plane,

on the last of its days,

as its starting to wane

Is where I'll lay.