Midnight Poem by Austin Warwick

Midnight



I stay up late at night
with fright.
Thinking about our life.
What will happen when you go off and fight?
Will you come back?
Will your life get back on track?
I stay up thinking...
What is life's meaning?
When the clock strikes midnight
I begin to cry

Thursday, December 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cry,friend,scared
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Austin Warwick

Austin Warwick

Montgomery Alabama
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