Midnight

This is a poem that I wrote spur of the moment while waiting for the bus for a Walmart trip one day. Honestly, I have no clue what brought it on or what inspired it, it just came out. I’ll be the first person to say it sucks, but I’m still gonna embrace it. Please enjoy ‘Midnight’!

Midnight

This is your chance.
Run for your life.
Skip out on town.
Make it back before midnight.

Look around at the sights.
This is your chance to excel.
Make it back before midnight
to escape this hell.

The clock hits twelve.
Made it back before midnight.
You have no more chances.
You’re stuck here now.

Make it back before midnight.
This is your chance to change yourself.
Look back at your wrongs.
And move forward to create your rights.

Author: Morgan Crosby

The girl from D'Iberville is a really dull girl. She locks herself up in her room, content to spend her time reading and occasionally writing. She loves to read little YA romances and sometimes finds herself with books about history. The main thing motivating her writing is her overactive imagination and the strange dreams that plague her sleep. Her works also stem from what she has heard from music, conversations, or when half asleep. Crazed killers, haunted mirrors, and murderous siblings seem to be part of her stories in some way, but they always start off in her dreams. She started writing when she was in middle school, but had been telling stories since she was little. View all posts by Morgan Crosby