That Hour Poem by Cecilia Skopec

The clock ticks and hits the hardest hour.
Sending the butterflies fluttering rapidly.
Look to that little bird on your shoulder.
Is it that time?
The red moon glows dimly above you.
It's reflection hovering below you.
Star gazing in the weeds like a normal night.
But the mood in the breeze tells that tonight is not.
It is so uncomfortable that the crickets refuse to chirp.
Despise the mood you are content.
You hear screams from afar,
yet choosing to ignore them.
Can't fanthom how you are at peace at this hour.
Humming a few tunes,
replacing the fear with harmony.
Your heart begins to quicken from the rush.
A loud bang shows that it has arrived.
You jump up and dive into the lake.
Making the cold water kiss your skin,
be your last touch.