A late-night debugging poem about syntax, uncertainty, and the relief of finding the missing bracket.
As the dark city falls asleep, A tangled web of syntax sits on my screen, Issues lying in logic far deep, A new hope strikes my system.I sense a character astray, A parasite within the program, One rogue line that lay, Hidden in a sea of code.The cursor blinks, My mind races for an answer, My heavy heart begins to sink, Until the missing bracket comes into view.