After midnight

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

These things took place after midnight...

After Midnight

I could only watch it disappear

I couldn’t evolve as it did

From a distance I see

The world that has walked away from me


I turn in my grave though I am undead

“Worth” has never seemed “less”

Worry has wrapped itself around my neck

I am as a spider that is caught in a net


The darkness reveals every ounce

With me, sleep was renounced

While others snored and forsake their troubles,

The darkness foretells my earthly worries


Afflictions are magnified four times more

In this hour of ordeal

How difficult it is

to be deprived of a kiss


A nightmare came alive

In this moment, I am nobody’s wife

Like a dog who eats the remnant of bones

I am extremely alone

I worry not about my health

As six feets under, no pain will be felt

I anticipate the day when agony is no more

Happiness will no longer hide itself for sure

Submitted: September 13, 2017

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A well-written poem, with good rhyming.

Thu, September 14th, 2017 5:08pm

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