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
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
