Midnight Is
Midnight is dwelling at
the Midnightboundary of two worlds,
With one encroaching on the other,
Fighting to cloak it.
Midnight is standing at the centre of a coliseum,
Amid so many voices,
Crowding the mind,
Flooding the thoughts.
Midnight is going through a cabinet of files,
Permuting and shuffling,
They keep going back to their former state,
Mystery spells the day.
Midnight is going on a voyage,
The waves beat vehemently on the boat,
The weather changes intermittently,
Sunshine’s hands are feeble.
Midnight is seeking answers in the sacred book,
It tells us to persevere but
doesn’t take the weight entirely off,
It beams its light on a road that seems endless.
Midnight is trying to decipher the writings on the wall,
They’re sometimes too blurry,
They're sometimes too inky,
They sometimes interface.
September 11, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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