Only at Midnight

When the mind wanders, who dares follow?

 This piece was inspired by a poet who possess the masterful ability to paint  eloquently with her words, Neva Flores. Thank you.

         I seem to only cry at midnight....

the deafening silence of the room awakes me.....

Yesterdays ghosts tussle all about my memory ...

opening doors , doors that are not meant to be tampered with.

 Storms of thoughts and failures rush passed the open window of my mind....

I feel the urge to run....run to where ?   

 Midnight passes and the sounds of Life calmly take over 

the shadows..... no trace of the midnight tears to be found...

I feel the need to run.........and I respond to it...

I run toward today.

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[Tate Morgan]

So each man will look back in time
taking stock of the life he led
To find if he is left wanting
and for who and what he has bled

[Dream Mistress]

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