Drama Matchbox diary by-Harley

As I try to sleep
there are people coughing, sneezing and snoring. It's disturbing. The sound that stands out the most is the clock tik tok tik tok. It's really cold. My stomach is growling telling me I'm hungry. Peoples' body odour makes my nose scrunch. I look down and I see my matchbox, my reminder of home.

This poem is by shel silverstein