A poetry prompt from Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #300.
A poem/prose consisting of exactly 94 words, that includes the word “Midnight”. Here is mine:
Midnight Fear Strikes twelve Chills right down to marrow I walk a street of harrow Ghost and ghouls Clowns and fools Pockets for the hands Slipping of the sands Maker, do we finally meet today? Or do i get, another say? Say I, a pass on this life of sorrow Say you, future is rife come the morrow I walk this night for thrills Yet never needed skills Wagon with broken wheels Desire to break the seals Confusion wakes The mist takes Once again I remain Stuck in the world Watching as leaves unfurl
3 responses to “Midnight”
Thank you Jude! Looking to maintain a consistent intensity throughout the entire poem in future posts 😊
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