Icy Midnight

January 12, 2012
By apage94 SILVER, Saint Peters, Missouri
apage94 SILVER, Saint Peters, Missouri
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The sorrow sinking of the night,
the hollow feeling she can't fight.
Pale moon casts an icy chill,
Navy nightmare steals her will.
Icy tendrils down her back,
the frigid midnight gives no slack.
Her soul will sting in silent cold,
that's from within, from days of old.
A hopeless orb that lights the sky,
moon brightens salty tears she'll cry.
Clutching, crumbling, wilting girl,
a human from another world.
She's numb for now, but do not fret;
there is a future for her yet.


The author's comments:
i hadn't written poetry for awhile when we had to do this for school, so i went all out. i hope it turned out well (:

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