Small echoes crow in the ambiance
Shivering louder than the bugs
Soully weeping past resistance.
Darkness bewhilders an uncertain void
Cascaded in lights over darkened corners
Beneath all is a message once destroyed.
Time reversesbto an unenlightened state
Overpeering forgotten meanings
Unrests the restless unbroken slate.
Above a bench flickers a street lamp
Yellow peeking over dark and stillness
Retaining only that to an unwitting revamp.
Meager howls beneath the moonlight
Shifts an undoubted line
To overcast the echoes which the crow in the night.
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12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry
PoésieDo you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of...
