Found Poem 3/23/15

"Through the window, hall clock chimed twelve. There was no answer. Gnawing anxiety seemed to touch, to try to reach midnight. Things had been uneasy, the silence carried out."

      This poem is about the feeling you get when you are home alone pass midnight. "There was no answer" is calling your parents to see when they get home. The "Gnawing anxiety" is the the feeling of fright you feel while you are alone.