Midnight

I am sleep yet fully awake.

My eyes are open, but the nightmare has come true.

No matter where I turn,

The night watches me,

with every breathe I feel their torment linger.

with every step I feel their pain crush under my feet.

With every heart beat their desperation draws near.

The paths crookily turn before me,

No matter how I see,

the night has taken hold of me.

The light thats in me draws them near yet the light is what they fear.

They look, they pry, and they always looking for away inside.

However,  I do not hold the keys they look for or I am a back door to eternity.

Yet the night creeps in with part truths and part goods.

With truths the maggots fester in, and in pride the flies fly away in confusion.

With works decay is left for hands, and time is only given to survive.

With false love they distract the eye and trick the heart leaving bitterly alone.

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The night tighten its grip,

In the darkest places my nightmares are born,

voices from dark burrow into my thoughts,

I cannot sleep, or stay awake

I feel my innocence collapse to heap of rubble of good that thought I was.

Tears flood my eyes,

My body kicks and spasms out of regrets,

I fall to the ground then a pit of sorrow and self pity envelops me.

My eyes turn to moon, and reminding of the hope thats still in me.

with every tear my paths become clearer.

with every regret the dark places become lighter.

with every moment of sorrow my path gets straighten and my legs get stronger.

Dawn will come to whom that loves the day.

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The night over takes me,

The nightmare is all I see now.

I cannot tell if I am awake or asleep.

I close my eyes, and their images assault me.

The more I suffer,

the more I am alone.

The night comes upon like locust devouring foliage.

Leeching onto my worries,

Feasting upon my trepidation,

Engorging on my my terror of doom.

Yet the light will not let them take hold.

The nightmares flash thier shadows with sinister shrills.

Reminding me of my vulnerability,

Reminding me of my isolation,

Reminding me that the clock still pointing towards midnight.

Yet the light in me grows brighter and truer.

The dread of death looms in dark chanting my name.

Grasping at my breath,

Dragging my hopelessness out,

Tying a rope for my neck,

Waiting for me  to say “yes “to my own death.

Yet the light tells me death has no power over a child of the day.

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Death drags its claws upon me,

Pulling me into shallow grave.

The nightmare worms begin to devouring me.

Consuming every thought I was right,

eroding the ground I thought I was standing upon,

Making me choke on every word I said.

However, I call out to hope that remains true.

Too moon that reminds me of the day that will surely come.

Too the stars that gives me hope in darkest nights.

Too the light that comforts me when my sorrow gets overwhelming.

The night comes upon me like vultures noticing a prey its taking its last breath.

Turning my torment to their joy,

Enjoying crushing me underneath their feet.

Watching my last breath with great anticipation.

Yet look! The dawn is coming!

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The day snuck in subduing night,

Consuming thier devices and schemes making their desperation pointless.

Leaving the night in the open like they were the prey all along.

Like a lioness setting loose its caught so its clubs can learn hunt.

My eyes are fully open, and dreams fall from my face like tears.

Every drop that falls to ground grows up like a seed and comes true.

Every moment adversity was good soil so I could become more like light.

Now I live in the light, and the light lives in me making us one.

Now I see plainly,

The wicked were steps for saints,

Calamity for understanding for the righteous.

Pain and sorrow was fertilizer for the growth children of the day.

Now I will take my time…   because I know the day will not set again, and eternity is mine.