Midnight Approaching, a poem by Rita B. Rose at Spillwords.com

Midnight Approaching

Midnight Approaching

written by: Rita B. Rose

 

Midnight belongs to the dead
‘ne’er roused no more
every weary bobbled head
forsaken in a ‘corpse drawer’

Half past the eleventh hour
they stir there is an unrest
a scraping strain of willpower
reviving the departed distressed

straight up it’s twelve-o-clock
timers clang all souls break through
at your door you hear a knock
a spirit’s presence you cannot eschew
as the departed force the living to unglue

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