After Midnight

The leaves rustle, the frogs croak,

the rain showers, the ground soak,

the birds sleep, nocturnal fly

and dark wake as light die.

 

Night sets in - now it’s after noon.

By default alone I stare at the moon.

The air grows cold, my blood goes numb,

my heart keeps racing a heavy drum.

 

The frigid air starts splitting hair;

this frosty blanket surface shares.

That west coast trench coat fails here

where mountains aren’t found anywhere.

 

Should the bugs be kept at bay?

Eternally they seem to stay.

Could not the weather softly kill

those beasts who’s mouths we often fill?

 

But wretched monsters put aside,

more dangers found in us abide.

What actions we may first indulge

‘come stories that we won’t divulge.

 

What mysteries lie beneath the shadows?

What fortunes mark the witches’ tarot?

The city lights burn rustic patches

within the streets that evil latches.

 

What downtown treasures capture you?

What masochistic pleasures follow through?

What ally drew you - took your soul;

buried you in this dirty hole?

 

You fail to answer, I fail to care.

You helped yourself, you’ve fallen there.

Though the night draws me, I sleep instead.

I’d rather see morning than end up dead.

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"What ally drew you - took your soul;"-"Though the night draws me, I sleep instead"
I like the comparison between the other and yourself. Your imagery is nice and the flow of the poem is decent. I think you are missing a few transitional phrases and there are a few pluralization errors, though. I liked the read. Thank you.