Franklin Díaz Mirás 

Professor Cynthia Pittmann 

INGL 3104-134

22 March 2018

My Last Night

It was a friday night, on my way home,

walking by the street all alone.

The moon illuminated the avenue,

but the fog blocked my view.

Noises by the bushes alarmed my senses,

and a sudden movement of house fences.

I tried to look for someone near,

while my mind was being empowered by fear.

Minutes passed, the strange sounds had stopped

and fast beats of my heart had dropped.

At that instant, footsteps ran towards me 

and a voice screaming “look what you did to me”.

I woke up few minutes ago

in a dark room where I can’t see above or below.

There’s too much going through my head,

thinking about what the man said. 

At a close distance i saw a silhouette.

I tried to call for help but no one listened.

“You’ll pay for what you did” he said.

At that moment, I knew that soon I will be dead.