The Midnight Hour

January 19, 2018
By Tye_Shelton BRONZE, Columbia, Pennsylvania
Tye_Shelton BRONZE, Columbia, Pennsylvania
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   As I lie in darkness awake

I cannot help but think of my fate
I began dreaming of a dark, foggy
Place, my body begins moving groggy

I turn and look no one’s near
As I appear to be going into another gear
A trees root is pulling me away
Every time I blink memories of love ones go a stray

I get closer to the abyss
I can’t help but not to end this
I awake from the nightmare
It’s over I start a prayer and get a breath of fresh air

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