Midnight Poem by Genevieve Lilith Vesta

Midnight,
blackness enfolds
the dead of night
has come.

I wake,
the night’s void
calling for me
to rise.

I rise,
the urge pushes
pulls me forward…
toward.

I walk on,
toward the voices
of those long
forgotten.

The arrival,
I am there…
where?
I am them,
they are me
no more am I.

Only,
midnight,
only blackness,
for now it is always
the DEAD of night.

Daylight,
brightness surrounds
the first rays of dawn
has come.

Nowhere am I,
lost in the dark
in a new place.

No more
daylight,
no more
brightness,
no more
dawn.