Midnight

Midnight

A Poem by Perdition

Midnight

we are once again

in cold white orbital rain

corrupting the tall wet struggles of the winter grass

and I cannot help as feel your suffering

 

cold as Judas sleep

entombed in my torn denim jacket

as I search your pockets for the validation of air

 

all darkness here forgiven

nothing but the ticking of your hands

slow as what must pass

slow as the divinity within your bottle

 

and I am bound to bleed

bound to wound the flesh of your hounding dogma

a shattered tomb against my fist

yet too awake within the infinite sea

your answers bleak and drowned 

with the agony of death's staccato

© 2018 Perdition


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oh wow. i love how the words flow together. and i can really feel the scenery. midnight is the most magical time of all.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Well, I'd hate to downplay three am when the "slings and arrows" and shadows from what is to come, b.. read more
I like this one a dark song...majority of your poems have this feel like a poet sitting in a dark room brooding over words.... and contemplating on various realities of life... nicely done

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Oh ..there is definite brooding and books and pages and pages with candles that have burned to the b.. read more
Ardra

5 Years Ago

Waiting my thoughts to stop ...that sounds like a wonderful line to start a poem...:)
I so un.. read more
Though I'm drawn more to poems that rhyme, I like this poem. It seems to go on in a flow and reminds me of some of Plath's poems.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Perdition

5 Years Ago

Out to a restless sea I wonder. So many tiny things I have released into these harsh lights. Thank y.. read more

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