Kobby King


At The Midnight Hour - Poem by Kobby King

At the midnight hour
when your mind is free to roam
uninhibittered by the shakles of the day past
do you remember the smiles we shared?

At the midnight hour
when you are all alone and free to reminisce
unrestrictered by nought to travel to time past
do you jubilate our parting or mourn what we've lost?

At the midnight hour
when the time has past and the pain faded
uninfluenced by pain nor hate of the union past
what do you wish the most of the past to change?
to never have met or to have loved each other more?

At the midnight hour
when the day has let go of it burdensome toil
and the spec that triggers the past ignites
what do you think of most about our union past?
a wasted time or an opportunity regretably lost?

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 24, 2009



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