THE READER WHO STARTED WRITING

Sitting alone in his workplace, sipping cheap Sidus port wine, Bideep was having a lazy morning. Suddenly his girlfriend called, she was back from her night shift at the hospital, at the end of the call she said "good morning and good night" as she was going to sleep. The words good morning and good night were stuck in Bideep's head. He took out his little handmade notepad and started writing lines which soon took the shape of a poem...SighGood morning Good night lose you I might.Terrible society glaring at us, speak up I say, they say "hush".Nobody will come forth, abandoning their comfort.Pale as a cloud the morning met, I was struggling like a fish in a net.Each day to lose and gain; in the end, it's all just pain.Sitting here all alone; waiting for another dawn.The moon with her first chin drawn down,I looked up at the sky and I made a frownThe sun came up and I said goodbye as bright lights made me cry.