MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘The Debt of One Day’

While she slept under a willow
Groundhog’s day graced her pillow

Morning dew on an open flower
Coffee cup to give her power

Slippers off and heels we go
Brush off dust from her ego

Do the hair and put on mask
Two faced tigress what a task

Pouring rain or blaring sun
Keeping fit while on the run

So much to win no way to quit
Sold her soul to make a quid

Owning nothing but her sorrow
In more life debt still tomorrow

Cuckoo clock on the hour
Locking her in the tallest tower

In the darkness of the night
Fighting her invisible fight

Shutting her lips waiting for a kiss
What if her prince gave it a miss

Empty purse and gold instead of heart
Don’t be a tart!

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘In Death’s Face’

Let me preface this poem so you know how it came about. My thoughts after a few recent conversations with a few friends regarding people they knew who took their life or attempted a suicide.

In Death’s Face

So you thought I’m tired
Of living the life as requested
When the darkness opened the door
And the breeze of freedom swept me in

Silence upon the noisy chatter
Blind follower of a notion
That here is only suffering
Pain and emotions of void

The other side of heaven
Welcomes by burning a fire
Ready for my bones
Popping corn and I scream

Soon to be quiet and peaceful
In Vitro rebirth
Intestine on the outside
Blood and cells in vain

Ever too late for my own party?
Don’t mind my dreams
Wasted opportunities
To live and die as planned
Never accepted by me

Now what!
My vision failed me
So you saved me
I’m still here
Forcing another breath

Under performance
Life in slow motion
Bile of truth
Seeping out
Sleeping angrily
Time out

Alive in death’s laughing face