Midnight Hour

It’s the midnight hour, yet I’m still searchin for the light.

Seeking a righteous path; peering across dark alleys.

No time to be contrite.

Back pedaling… procrastination weighs a heavy price.

Hold on tight! I’m at a crossroad of sorts.

Another day squandered… so at midnight I seek remorse.

In solitude I dare to pick apart my flaws.

Channeling the depths of my deepest thoughts.

Wasted talent, loss of ambition. Shameful cliffs…I’m drifting.

In fact I’ve fallen numerous times. Never afraid to rebound and continue to climb.

Twilight conflictions summon moments of reflection.

Truth sipped in gulps. Tough to swallow but sweet for the soul.

Honest critiques with no ill intent, just warning to self.

Thinking at the midnight hour... Wonder if all you can be is where you are at this instance.

Since when did when become now?

Time passes, moments become memories while the future lies in our presence.

Satisfied or still striving? Closer or no clue away from an ominous fate.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Ivory]

Well written piece. It seems as though time moves so fast, we can't catch up. All the plans we have take forever to reach, if we get to reach them at all. And if we've made mistakes, can we write our wrongs?
I enjoyed this piece.