Midnight

I don’t think I should stay up past midnight,

The tears and overwhelming feelings of sadness engulf me then,

It’s like they spend the day circling, attempting to pierce through,

But distractions and life blocks them out,

But as the veil of midnight settles in, so does the self doubt and fear

They circle the room and gnaw away so quickly,

I’m left defenseless,

Then the tears flow

Sometimes silently, sometimes with a sob

But they flow nonetheless,

It’s like the darkness of the outdoors finally make it through to my veins,

Pulsing through me and manifests in my tears

How did it get so complicated?

How did I become so broken?

Maybe midnight knows,

So, I stay and let it fall…

R1- August 2018