My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry

The Haunting

Seventeen, in pain, alone

All this could describe me

Today's here, yesterday's gone

Tomorrow is still a mystery

It surely could bring more distress

Or a light could shine through

It's possible, I guess

But until then, what can I do?

These things I wonder

Often nothing more

Locked away from the haunting

Of you, and many more

But still, every oppurtunity

Provides an open door

And it's all  I can do to hope it works

Or else I might very well fall apart

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Unless you save me.