Midnight Comes

I am still while the world turns beneath me.

The weight of my sorrow does not slow its spin,

for soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.

 

I do not listen to the wind twisting the trees

that have grown through the cracks in my skin.

I am still while the world turns beneath me.

 

The stars fall too quickly to hear my plea

and though I cry for the end to finally begin,

soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.

 

So I envy the loved and the held and the free

and the salt of my tears mixes well with my sin

and I am still while the world turns beneath me.

 

I’ve embraced the cold grip of uncertainty

and let it lead me to the darkness within,

where soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.

 

And now there’s a storm where my soul should be,

but with empty eyes and a smile I welcome you in.

I seem still while the world turns beneath me,

but soft words cannot calm a tumultuous sea.

This poem is about: 
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