The powers gone out and the night is full of sounds
The wind blowing the trees, the rain as it falls
Heavily on the ground and road, cars going
Down the road splashing the rain puddles,
And the clock as it chimes
This night is boring
There is not much to do except sleep, read, and
If I had a special friend indulge in my
Human needs, cure my frustration, put me at physical ease
This night brings back the past
It gives all who are within it a taste of what it was
Like before electricity was invented
Some shall embrace this night for the simplicity
It brings, others for the excuses it gives them for
Work not done or for dates to be broken
Then there are some like me who will not embrace
This night because, it does not give us ease of any kind,
No excesses for work or dates not attended to,
No enjoyment just boredom
This night is not my kind of night
It does not involve anything I like
It just gives me boredom
I can not sleep and I have read all the books I wanted to read
So instead, I sit here in bed with a battery run lantern
On my desk writing a poem about
The night Irene came and turned my lights off and
Gave me the inspiration for this poem
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