I know the eternity of midnight
where the days don't light the days and the night
stays tight against my wrinkling skin,and the only way out is the way you got in,but you can't find the way and you're lost,
so you stay.

And midnight never ends,this eternity wends its way slowly to your core,clambers clumsily in through each and every pore,and though you try to reach the sun,for some the sun will never come and here you stay,
Crumpled, where the night becomes the only way to live,
crumpled, where the night feeds on you,so you give,and
pleading silently for this eternity to end,
for one brief moment to pretend things will work out, but doubt assails you and you flail wildly,
childlike,sadly stuck
so you sit and **** your thumbs until eternity makes up its mind and comes,
whenever that may be.

children play atop me,
six feet above empty potential.
my body,
a delicacy for no man to enjoy
must the maggots feast on me now.
winter will wipe away all color
pale and frigid as I.
spring will invoke new life
for everything but I.
for I am winter's daughter
and the sun doesn't shine for me.

so i considered, pictured
every person who i thought
might take the time
to listen

to let me vent
and cry
and scream
until it stopped hurting

my album
remained empty

i'm alone

Can I be
A nice mistake
You made once?
Not really looking
Just through a window
Saw something
That made you smile
And I was caught
In the tractor beam,
Opposing polarities
Couldn't separate us,
But you weren't exactly
An open embrace,
Burrs on a sock,
Lint in a pocket,
I wanted to be
But like one dusts off,
I was to be exiting
This bus ride,
Leave the taxi a tip,
Thanks for the trip,
Like free coffee
A sort of meh,
Nothing to like
Or not, I don't have
To be special to you,
Though you are to me,
If you remember;
Then address, if not
I'm postage for another letter...
© okpoet