All Library locations will be closed Monday, June 19th for the Juneteenth holiday.
Sometimes when I sit in my room I think of home
I think of all the things I miss and how I’m alone
In all the loneliness I get consumed in sadness and fear
Then I feel the pain as I shed a tear
Sometimes when I’m in my room and I’m entrapped in silence
DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… The soft, high note of the last key on a piano rang through the night repeatedly… and it was keeping someone up.
But no one hears.
Looming, perpetual nears...
The footsteps echo
In my ears
A dark silhouette
And merciless eyes
The fear in my stomach
Starts to rise.