The night is near to middle
Tomorrow a riddle
Written by the present time
Today sings drawing rhyme.
Head on my aged pillow,
Silence mode hello.
The window of my room knocking
In the wind of the season’s first pouring.
But. hush, the Town is here
And I need to be there.
Need to fill, before ultimatum, the plane’s order;
Then some customers’ orders.
Hush, let me slip into my pleasure
Which Ma sentenced as just devil’s leisure.
Hush, I shall go now.
This is to a game I’m hooked on now, and it’s the secret pleasure I’m enjoying a lot these days. And my Ma is disturbed and angry at me for this hooked on.
National Poem Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) 2018: Day#1: Based on Secret Pleasure or Secret Shame