WHEN MIDNIGHT COMES. Read Count : 5

Category : Poems

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Midnight is when I watch my mind play its games. So if silence is eternal, so is the chaos that preceeds it.


My phone vibrates but it doesn't explode. I like to see shards sometimes, the shattering only mimics the slow death that creeps inside of me. 


They wait for saviours, while I wait for silence. They look for the purpose I've already lost.


Midnight is when I like to lose my mind and its games, because when has victory ever been permanent?

Comments

  • May 16, 2019

  • May 16, 2019

  • interesting enough midnight is when I play

    May 16, 2019

  • May 16, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Excellent

    May 16, 2019

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