In the stillness of midnight, thoughts hauntingly creep,
Whispering secrets, as the world falls asleep.
Ghosts of memories and dreams unfulfilled,
In the darkness, my mind becomes unsealed.
Silent regrets and wishes untold,
In the midnight hours, they start to unfold.
Haunted by what-ifs, they dance in the night,
In the depths of my mind, they take flight.
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoetryAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
