Midnight Poem by Blanche Hardin

Midnight



With the full moon high in the sky;
Pictures of memories run through my mind.
Pain, Hurt, Love and Hate;
All The same shame.
The Pain will remain,
The Hurt forevermore,
The Love to think nothing of,
And the Hate I will adore.
I dread these things forevermore.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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