00:00
12AM.
if the morning showers us with sunlight,
why is it this dark at midnight?
isn't midnight the start of a new day,
why is the sun not out to play?
instead of light,
i see darkness.
instead of joy,
i feel empty.
i can only look out and ponder,
while the birds fly free and wonder.
hopefully they can find their peace,
unlike me who is almost never at ease.
a tear slides down,
i see no frown.
mouth makes no sound,
voice nowhere to be found.
something about twelve midnight,
clears my vision but blurs my sight.
celebrating a new day in darkness,
awaiting the dawn of the sun.
the longer i wait,
the more dumb i look.
thinking it will come to end,
hugging onto my precious book.
a naive little girl,
sitting by the window.
she looked at reflection,
realising she was shallow.
it would not end,
the haunting nightmare.
because it is not just a dream,
it is my horrible reality.
i can pray to god,
but i will just fall.
down i keep going,
until i hit a wall.
not just plain poetry,
i want to tell a story.
but this is different,
from what i am used to.
it is twelve midnight,
the start of a new day.
but i must sleep now,
enter a nightmare.
when i wake,
it is to another hell.
my nightmarish reality,
my angry cell.
starting from zero,
we are back to basics.
let me introduce my,
b e g i n n i n g.
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Poetry"twenty four hours of poetry." when i'm lost, this is where i go. i turn to poetry, when i'm alone. i can speak my mind, without being too cautious. my heart can rest in peace, when i confide in writing. thoughts hand in hand, my perspective every h...
