It's Almost midnight Part 3

The night in pain fright. 

It's almost midnight

Sleeping to wake in shallow night

Ceilings dropped near to my start

Bed, blanket and Black pillow only to around 

All Books scattered messy all unbound

Am I Waking? 

It's almost midnight

Taking steps to run slow and not right

Floor came closer to my fright

Mat, slipper and mockery pajamas felt hound

Every sheet cling dirty all on the ground

Am I sleeping? 

It's almost midnight

Can't feel light as head

Can't hold tight as led

Easy was a story to tell

Hard was also to be sell

Not  I was waking nor sleeping? 

It's almost midnight

Hands were bind by the wooden door

Feet were stick by the cold floor

Which was light I have no clue

Where was day I get so blue

As dots appear before like eyes we're glue

Why was I waking in sleeping true? 

The ache was far from gone

The bitter was coming to run

Will I be out of lots of fun? 

For this black has consumed all the sun

I was waking to a hurtful sleeping

Drugging the water to lose bleeding

I was waking in dread of longing

Losing the fight to win pain coming

July 24th, 2021

Salam ODOW

Midnight in Sukabumi

It's almost midnight Part 2

 It's almost midnight

The darkest dark of the night

The cloudiest cloud of the sky

In wonder Have I wondered

Was this the  reply to mine? 

It's almost midnight

Where thoughts were at drought

When eyes we're blind folded by cry

Who stranger now were allies bothered

Was this the response to mine? 

It's almost midnight 

At then I was asking in broken

At then I was palms raised in dry

At then I was pray in hungered soul

At then I was knees bended devastated

Was this the answer of mine? 

It's almost midnight 

Still hunger for answer 

Drain thoughts of which to felt

Blinded by the aches soul in confused

What to felt, which to say

Only if all was the favour of God only

Will then only I stopped questioned 

Was this the worst of I request in pain. 

It almost midnight

Till then I found my answer

Gratitude and sorry for one who Holds so Dear

The Unmistaken Power of wisdom and Grace. 

End Of The Day

 

At the end of the day

By Ms. phia

It's almost midnight

The sky is at it's darkest colour 

The moon doesn't seem amusing such so

The sun, gone hiding in its hideout

It is far from being bright. 

It's almost midnight

Thee power has no more but undo

Thee strength has yet to meet redo

It's away from being up right

Then where was thy

It's almost midnight

Where have thy set foot into

When have thy prepared to find home

With whom have thy befriended with

What have thy gathered to packed by

Why, have thy ever absently loose tracks

It's almost midnight

With no where to purposed

With no one to be set fellows

With not a thing to bring on 

Tracks are blurred, paths are jumbled

As thy rushed into midnight, who is thy? 

Sukabumi, July 17, 2021