The Core Of Things Poem by Alex McCullough

Show me a night,
Where smiles exist just like these stars,
My one heart quietly whispers to me,
Keeping this hope alive.
When did the clock strike 12,
Turning everything back,
Collecting all our fantasies,
And making a new story to be told.
Dreams once shined,
Just like 'those' eyes,
Of the people walking forth,
Looking only at tomorrow.
Collecting pieces,
Of this bridge,
Which I walk forever now,
Looking all around as I wonder where we are today.
Catching up to me, slowly back in the dark,
Is a shadow I've seen, screaming at me in my skin,
Another me, I don't know, but can tell its from my soul,
Like looking down at the core of things.
Strange moments contained, things wishing I could change,
Though they tell me not to cry, the tears rain still from my eyes,
And while someone tries to speak, blood significant starts to leak,
Reminding me to find a way from within the shade.