In The Middle Of The Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about getting caught...

What's so bad

About being wrong,

When nothing in this world

Ever seems right?


You sit there


All casted

In light.



For my answer,

To your words

Of fight.


Listening to my every breath,

Locking me

In your sight.


You smell the evidence,

But it's in the dark

With me.


You buzz in

Like a mosquito,

Or a firefly,

Making some more



Now staring into my eyes,


In the middle of the night.

Submitted: October 11, 2011

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Robert Kerr

'Smell the evidence'? I hope that's drugs you're talking about.

Wed, October 12th, 2011 6:50pm


Hahah that's exactly what I'm talking about. Lol X) I love rippin ;)

Thu, October 13th, 2011 3:29pm


In my youth I was in and around similar situations, I can relate to your words, the feelings and the realism. Nice poem... very descriptive.

Wed, October 19th, 2011 12:41am


Hahah that's cool to know! Thanks very much :)

Wed, October 19th, 2011 4:02pm

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