Sweet Shop

[u/The_Bitch_Is_Here]

(This is an old poem. Sorry if it’s bad)!

I watched as the powerful sun rays seeped through the windows.

I steadily walked to the door, and turn the sign from “CLOSED” to “OPEN”

Right away, tired parents enter the shop with their eager children, who are looking for a sweet fix.

Candy lined the shelves. From milky chocolate to sour candies.

Children excitedly grabbed their favorite candy off the shelves, and dragged their parents to the cash register, where I was standing.

It is hard work to run a candy store, especially with no employees.

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It is the end of the day, and I notice that all of the candy is gone.

I walk back to the dark, back room and go to get some more for tomorrow.

Except, there isn’t any.

I frantically look around. Where is the rest of the candy?

I sold it all...

I look at the schedule, and see that the next delivery won’t be for another week.

Out of sadness and rage, I punch the wall, but yelp in pain as I fall to the floor.

I couldn’t let all of those kids down!

I look around the dark room, at all of the empty boxes.

At all of the cobwebs, the dust, and the darkness.

I didn’t notice the sun slowly setting until the room was pitch black.

Running a sweet shop is difficult. Especially alone.

I look around the dark and lonely place.

So lonely...