Midnight Toll

I saved my fave poem I've ever written from English Class! YAY! Enjoy.

 

The words in my heart pour out like a fountain,

From my fountain pen onto parchment again.

The candle burning slowly sinks, growing weary.

I sit engrossed in my writings, on a night cold & dreary.

 

My dress & hands are stained with ink,

So focused am I now, I barely blink.

My nose itches. I scratch it without thought,

The ink smears across my skin in a dirty, black blot.

 

A hundred pages I have already filled,

And a hundred or two more, I surely will.

Poems & half finished stanzas surround me,

A pile of thoughts that I trust to protect me.

 

I should have remembered to turn in,

Before the hour of evil begins.

But foolish me, so in love with my art,

Will surely pay the price of listening to my heart.

 

Shadows creep about me, just out of my sight.

But, I could give a care less, on this cold & dreary night.

The clock tolls midnight, & I barely even hear.

As these shadows creep behind me, & stab me from the rear.

 

The bells of my desk-side clock still chime,

But no more will I ever have a use for time.

My failing body spasms, doing the dance of death.

With tears blurring the drying words, I draw a final breath.

 

I slump forward slow, onto my desk of teak.

The last line I ever wrote is now embedded on my cheek.

“You cannot run from demons, or hide away from ghouls,

After the toll of midnight, when the Devil has his rule.”

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

that was very nice ,i could see a poet really all in for a good and lots of through the night deep write,all face and hands s,eared with ink and then stabbed by a villian from the back ,you must be hinting at something or is it just a poetic imagination ,on the whole it was a very nice writing it flaws easy and smooth and very enjoyable ,thank you

[Belator Books]

Unusual ending where the writer literally succumbs because of midnight penning. Nicely formed; so much so that one ignored the quaint rhyming. I have been known to rhyme as well, once in a great while. Nicely spun reality in a web of lyrical night.

[Rebecca Rogers]

I LOVE the imagery you give in this. It has a creepy vibe to it too. When I started reading it, I thought it was just about someone staying up late to write, but you give it a little twist at the end.

Nice work! :)

[Jason]

Very good imagery and rhyme young lady. Teriffic ending and i loved the content...
good job.
j

[Rambling Prose]

What an amazing write. I SO enjoyed the journey through the night of a passionate poet! I'm so very pleased for YOU that you saved this memory. I can hardly believe that you wrote this while still in school. Of a certainty, it's blotted with the soul of a much older & wiser voice.

Your ending IS FLAWLESS & added such an impact, making everything surreal feel so very REAL!

I'm impressed...