Midnight Secrets

By: Paradise of Hell

I don’t sleep anymore, when I heard
Midnight is my calling hour
When I say hello to the night world

That new CD has never been played
That puzzle never seemed to get finished
That life was never born

Tap my finger upon the dry wood
Clear my throat, whisper random words
The night air envelopes me

That dream was gone with the wind
That car was never made
That internet was down all day

The wind makes harmony with the grass
The moon sang a thousand songs
And I hummed with the nature calling my name

That dress was never worn
The newspaper was never printed
That dumb cell phone lost its signal

When you put aside that technology
Maybe you would than hear me
And hear the world that you’ve been ignoring

The pain of an American solider
The homeless shivers and chattering teeth
The arguing of a divorce couple

That boy went to sleep tonight
That grandmother rests in peace
And you close your eyes

So sleep and let your mind at ease
And every night I’ll listen to the world
If you strain hard enough you’ll hear the music

But you’re sleeping, but I don’t sleep
Midnight is my calling hour
When I say hello to the world





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firefly said...
Jan. 15, 2010 at 3:42 pm
I thought it was really great. It made me stop and think at how we do go by and not see the world as a wonderful place.
 
Beljack said...
Jan. 14, 2010 at 8:20 pm
Although this poem seems to be in an umbrage, i feel truly it's just the twilight feeling of being lone during "the midnight hour". In that special time surrounded in both body and mind by darkness instead things become one, clear, positive. Very good! Enjoyed it very much.
 
solimar said...
Dec. 14, 2009 at 9:25 am
The author really caputures a feeling of dispair and emotional inertia. Heart rending and beautiful all at once
 
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