Colder After Midnight

Is there a plan
Is there a point
What if these days never count
What if they just continue to mount

As I sit here and wait
I cannot stay warm
I cannot be moved
All I can do
Is worry about the outside view

Would you ask me to be still
Is that something you’d do
Right now I don’t know
If I did any of this for you

And it’s gone
So very fast
If I don’t sleep tonight
Maybe today will last

But I’m here
And I’m out like a light
It gets colder after midnight
So my mind flies to the sky to avoid
All that I hope
All that I dream
But everything up there is cloudy it seems

So I’m lost
Caught in the wind
Won’t you give me a hand
Where’d you go
With the grip of quicksand

It’s a fear
An ever-present scare
This is me here
And never over there

Is there a plan
Is there a point
What if these days never count
What if they just continue to mount?

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21 Responses to Colder After Midnight

  1. Muntazir says:

    This is so poignant. The emotions can be felt so deeply.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I feel like poems are always a nice way to start a Sunday morning. So thank you for this 🙂 have a great day Paul!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Bryan Fagan says:

    Amazing the weight words can carry. Good stuff, bro. I know where you’re coming from.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. lindasschaub says:

    Your “other side” – it is nice as I’ve only read your humor so far.

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  5. Ely says:

    Perfection, Childch- I mean Paul. Just perfection. Always impressive with your poetry. Gosh!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Ely says:

    I found a whole
    Post ranting about that! LMAO!!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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