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Trail Gardner Poem
What is midnight than the hour between
Night and day, seen and unseen?
Sixty whole minutes that drag or fly by
Given importance—my question is: Why?
What is the difference ‘tween midnight and one?
An hour, that’s all? Another day done?
But of course not. It’s simple, you see.
Midnight is end, close, finale.
Midnight is time to look back at the day,
To reflect, to ponder, to be able to say,
“I’ve done it. I’ve made it. I have survived.
One more day down, and I’m still alive.”
Mull over the contents in your quieting mind
The contents of yesterday, what now is behind.
But midnight so dismal? This cannot be.
But of course not. It’s simple, you see.
Midnight is start, the source, the outset
Of a chance to make memories you’ll never forget.
The smiles, the laughter, the time spent with friends.
Midnights are beginnings as well as the ends.
Copyright © Trail Gardner | Year Posted 2014
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Trail Gardner Poem
For what great fault does your beauty mask?
Could it kill, maybe maim?
Could it turn me to glass
And smash what's left?
If I asked,
Would you tell me?
Or should I simply believe what my mother’s foretelling?
She says, “Beauty is fun till you run and you fall,
And those with the beauty have the most flaws of all.”
And I trust her.
This is all I can muster.
‘Cause I’m flustered by what you’re saying and not saying
And games I don’t want to be playing.
And that’s why I’m here.
To get some finality.
Find a real someone that can bring my reality
Right back to my dreams
With no in-betweens
Or and’s or but’s about it.
‘Cause without it,
I’m really just finding myself a little more clouded
And, overall, lost.
Hurt and exhausted.
Accosted with so many "favors" all I want is a break
From the dim and the fake.
How long will it take me?
All these people mistake me for something less than I’m worth.
It’s starting to hurt.
They depart,
And I work
On collecting the pieces of heart
I can tape back together.
It’s not “now or never,”
Doesn’t have to be “forever.”
I'm just a little upset by ash-ending endeavors.
Copyright © Trail Gardner | Year Posted 2014
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