Tuesday- Write an Epigram

Midnight

-The sorrows of death encompass me and the pains of hell got hold of me: I found trouble and sorrow- Psalm 116:3

The clock chimes-

Midnight

My blood pounds roaring in my hollow veins-

Midnight

My covers lie askew and my eyes wide open-

It must be midnight

The witching hour,

The burning hour,

My eyelids become movie screens-

Flashing things I don't want to see:

Flames and fire

Blue eyes, baring the soul

My mind screams rebellion,

My tears weep defeat

As they squirm from clenched eyelids

Skin sweats silver

I lie awake

Head pounding-

Midnight