POETRY ON MEDIUM

After Midnight

After midnight I wake up to my dreams, I wish to live I wish to love. After midnight, I want to be alive again. The dark sky is my home, the cold walls are my heart, shivers run up my spine and I feel fear as one does when still breathing.

Halfway down the nightmare I wish to wake up again I wish to seek the morning and hold a hand warm enough to calm my frozen skin.

After midnight I live more, hope higher. After midnight I’m a passenger on a ship in the middle of the sea. No shore in sight yet my eyes follow the stars.

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