Beating around the bush is absolutely pointless.
We all know how it ends. It’s not a matter of if but when.
Midnight has nothing to say to you. Consider yourself
Lucky. In any other universe, he wouldn’t even
Know who you are. Trampled by your own forces
And nowhere left to go. Jump back through the portal,
Climb into bed and call it a night. Trust me when I say
You got off easy, even if it doesn’t seem like it.
“Midnight has nothing to say to you.” LOVE THIS LINE!!! The frankness is amazing in this piece. “Trampled by your own forces…” So bloody good! Just hooks and keeps hooking.
Thank you for this!
I liked the poem. Looking forward to the edited version.