412:00 am
MidnightA false sense of peace and I am lulled by the sounds
A toilet sputters inarticulacy in a faraway corner.
Men speak in lazy tongues with silent roving eyes
Talking and breaking and living and breathing
And voices remind me I'm not alone
A movie screams, film with crashing noise
Pounding through the barriers
And laughter sounds like ghosts through walls
And the mirth reminds me I'm not alone
There is life at midnight
In the bright bulbs that shine like candles
Through the iridescence of a lofty lantern
In the footsteps that echo in hallways
And the shuffle of sandals reminds me
That I am not alone
Tires shriek past closed up doors
And raucous talking fills the silence
Of black skies with rarer stars
Always blackest before the dawn
And midnight reminds me I'm not alone.
A/N: what my house is like at midnight…more randomness from me. It was midnight and I was sitting in front of the computer so I just started writing about nothing and everything (like I usually do ^_-) and then this came out of it. I don't think this is even supposed to have a deeper meaning or anything. And this is one of the only poems I've written without thinking about. I sort of wrote it just to show I could ^_^. I'm ok with you telling me you think it's crap (partially because I finished it at 12:09 and then didn't feel like revising it) as long as you tell me why. Give me exactly what you think ^_^.