At Midnight
DG
A thousand thoughts drift through my head,
Of things I’ve done and words I’ve said.
The bitter battles, broken parts
A thousand scars that mar my heart.
I pull and punch and kick in vain,
Against my dark and bloodied pain,
I struggle with my own deep shame,
And only have myself to blame.
The darkness, cool against my skin,
Pulls and sucks the daylight in,
It fills my veins with tar-like blood,
The endless flow of hatred’s flood
As thoughts recede into the dark,
And vision fades to black,
So quietly do I embark,
But I always wander back.
I dance and dream of light and truth,
But still, my pain consumes,
I laugh and shirk in my ignorant youth,
My nightmares begin to bloom.
Blurry visions of my pain and love,
His glowing, amber light grows dim,
A beautiful sunset, a blood-stained dove,
His big brown eyes are shaded grim
My heart, like feathers, is plucked away,
My soul is skinned apart,
Guilt Molds and shapes my limbs like clay
A horrid work of art.
I wake up in the cold embrace,
Of nothing more than my cold empty space.
My limbs are fine,
My eyes still shine,
My heart still pounds,
I still hear sounds,
But my soul, it aches,
It burns and breaks,
My brittle love,
Dies with the dove.
I’m alone.
I’m afraid.
At midnight.
-TW
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