Midnight Approaches

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

A person lays in wait for what midnight will bring.

I lay in bed, my eyes open wide

Sleep, I know, will not come to me tonight

Slowly, I turn my head to look at the clock

It's 11:30 exactly, on the dot

Midnight approaches

I swallow the bile that has risen on my throat

And wipe my hands from the sweat that covers them like a coat

The seconds tick loudly by, drumming in my ear

The sound of time passing is all I can hear

Midnight approaches

Each passing of the mintue-hand fills my heart with dread

I want to run, but my limbs are suddenly heavy as lead

Fear swarms in my head like angry bees in a hive

I look at the clock again. 11:45

Midnight approaches

Death, I know, is coming soon

With his presence comes my doom

A cold smile grins on the face of a skull

Long, skeletal fingers will reach out to steal my soul

Midnight appraoches

I can't stop myself from looking at the clock one last time

But I wish I hadn't. It's 11:59

A shadowy figure begins to appear

And my heart fills up with terror and fear

Midnight is here

Submitted: November 03, 2010

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ilove it! beautiful :]

Wed, November 3rd, 2010 3:23pm

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