Midnight Never Again Coming Into The Light Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms saturating mind and heart, leaving plenty of tears in its wake, losing time, falling behind everything that once was so important, now no longer eliciting a single glimmer of hope.

Living in an empty sphere, yet to be filled with the rhythms that are so loved by this heart and soul, along with midnight none of them will ever again come into the light.

A once beautiful time in this world has now taken the final step, ending in a final measure of musical rhythms and tempos echoing in a now forever silent mind.