Middle of the Night

 

fave locked door

I close the window on another day

the shadows creep in and cover the dead

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

Keyhole memories  are the ones that stay

tucked in a vacant corner of your head

I close the window on another day.

 

We’ll go ’round one more time, for old time’s sake

if quiet comfort won’t find you in bed,

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

The path to the middle of the road strays

beneath sorrow’s surface we will have fled

I close the window on another day.

 

Though we try, fissures in our hearts give way

to the echoes that would have been, instead

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

In the darkness, the demons love to sway

between dreams on a twisted silver thread

I close the window on another day

there isn’t anything else left to say.

 

NaPoWriMo Day 15 – write about being in the middle of something.

Poetic Asides – write a “one time” poem.

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7 comments on “Middle of the Night

  1. […] lullaby for you my dear friend Lynn, the colouful pen @ I write […]

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  2. Singledust says:

    Though we try, fissures in our hearts give way
    to the echoes that would have been, instead
    there isn’t anything else left to say.

    This was really beautiful and something I feel like so often.

    Here’s something for you my friend
    https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com/2017/04/16/a-lullaby-for-lynn/

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  3. jillys2016 says:

    The form fits the content perfectly. You’ve captured the moment brilliantly!

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