Midnight

Time will pass, regardless of what we do.

Dong...

Strikes the bell, while

Dong...

I sit, alone,

Dong...

Waiting for something to

Dong...

Change.

Dong...

My love hears

Dong...

It from across town.

Dong...

Does she think of me?

Dong...

No.

Dong...

The bell just

Dong...

Reminds me of

Dong...

All the time I've

Dong...

Wasted.

Reviews

[JamesTleBourn]

Powerful theme of unrequited love that seems to strike the hearts of many a poet. Although, you say it in a way that makes it seem new and exciting. I always enjoy reading your work! Keep writing, stay safe.

James