Poem

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.