The Tower

The Chair I used so much,
Next to my desk,
On which sits,
The computer I live for,

Television sits next to it,
Always shining,
Even in my sleep,
Like the shutters on the wall,

They gleam with light,
Escaping past the dark,
Enchanting everything,
With a warm embrace,

The bed sits there,
To hold me tight,
As I turn of the light to my left,
I say,
Goodnight