Soft Midnight

I shouldn't stay up so late because it messes with my brain

Talking into the AM,

Connections being forged,

Memories played to a tune,

Words passed back and forth,

 

Learning of new things,

Finding mistakes and errors,

Troubles spoken lightly,

Smiles hidden under midnight,

 

Found something that’s not right,

Unable to speak her mind,

She waits with encouraging words,

Only so much one can do,

 

Something she understands,

Only all too well,

Past, present and clearly future,

She’ll do again until past remains,

 

Maybe it’s only a page,

A chapter or a whole novel,

She can’t determine,

But that doesn’t change the fact,

 

She shall help if you’ll take,

It doesn’t have to be obvious,

Hidden under midnight,

With soft spoken words.

 

 

 

Author's Note

First draft, please be nice

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This work presents an interesting technique. It's almost a stream of consciousness flashing of thoughts, some of which seem to have no connection to the others. I think there is a pattern hidden under these unusual verses, but I am unable to give it a name. A message seems to be hidden within them, but I am unable to decipher it.

[WillaDanvers]

It's about getting to know something with nothing but pure intent, knowing they're going through something that she has once experienced and shes trying to tell them subtly that she understands and she can help

[WillaDanvers]

Oops Someone*

[John the Baptist]

Thanks. it all falls into place now.