In The Midst Of Night

People are not all that they seem,

streams of lowered self-esteem.

Darkness running through and through,

constantly running into you.

Hopelessness keeps you up, 

you are falling into a rut.

A puddle of despair

appears out of thin air. 

Going on fumes, 

I'm nothing to you!

Anger reaches its peak,

frustration is a treat.

You cry out all of your tears,

fear surpassing all things real.

You look up out of the pit, 

a twinge of light makes a hit.

Finally, a breath of fresh air, 

makes all things plainly clear. 

Out of the darkness, into the light,

no more freights in the midst of night.

This poem is about: 
Me

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