Midnight

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Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday to you.

Happy Birthday dear Rachel

Happy Birthday to you.

 

The midnight crickets scream,

they croon to me. My mind plays

tricks, eyes blur and body shakes.

Another night to celebrate this

day of my birth, alone. My mother

out drinking. Everyone else, miles

and miles away. I am here rotting.

Music playing too loud, a headache

is growing from behind my eyes

and all I want to do is sleep through

tomorrow. I do not want to survive.

But I have to be strong. I have to

keep pushing. Because I know He

has plans for me. I know that

the sun has to rise, and tomorrow

might be hard, but the world will

not end.

Reviews

[xlynne]

oh you're beginning is so sad! the whole poem is so sad. i can't imagine what that feeling must be like but here, you've described it with such honest clarity. i think you touched on everything that makes this poem understandable/relatable to the reader. i agree with the other reviewers, it has a nice flow to it.

[Komichi]

I am so related to this poem. It seems so sad to others, yes, it is to me, too, but I've learned to celebrate my birthday alone doing creative things. My family and friends are thousands of miles away, and nobody here knows my birthday. But like this poem ends, we've got to be strong and keep going. Very good poem.

[The Mad Prophet]

Very interesting, it has a nice flow to it. It seems to draw in solitude well. Very well expressed, very well written.

[Mary]

I really like the rhythm of this. Kind of pulsing. Moving.