Midnight

A poem

The street I walk is paved with memories of yesterday and lined with shadows of tomorrow. It is always midnight here.

In my mind, I compose a message to tell you what you want to hear. Sealing it with my signature would give my soul away.

It is always midnight here.

The sounds of your voice resound loudly within the hallways of my mind. I barter with the moon, trading secrets for silence.

I walk this street whispering wishes for some solace to save me from the depths of your despair, but it is always midnight here.

Thank you for reading my poem. I used the “four words creativity prompt” from Jason Edmunds’ Weekly Writing Prompts 2024: Edition 13 as the basis for my inspiration.