my midnight cries: a slam poem
my midnight cries beckoned to be answered,
they echo in my room,
seeping out from under my door,
in hopes that they will be heard by someone,
anyone who is willing to listen to all of my pain,
my midnight cries are howls of loneliness,
begging to be accompanied by a willing soul,
a soul who understands the pain and sufferings,
a soul that will listen to my whimpers,
a soul who will comfort me.
my midnight cries are a siren,
singing her lonesome tunes to attract sailors,
and whoever heard her voice.
but then again, my midnight cries are muffled by a pillow,
because of the fact I can't allow anyone to see me this way,
let alone hear me.
maybe that is why my midnight cries never see the light of day.
a.b.
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