Poetry 2008

Midnight Hour
And a second of grace By Hannah

Its 3 oclock in the afternoon And she caught herself lost At the gazes of her own reflection Two eyes darkened much and long lashes of mascara Red lips and a faint Monalisa smile Glistening eyes of sorrow and regret She looked beautiful even though Her pitch black hairs all messed up! Crack! Goes a sound from somewhere Knuckles dripping red, tears just bled. Was it all worth it? Did it paid everything or Just caused another lifetime debt? Its 6 oclock of todays twilight Smoke rushing on the roof You fix yourself something to eat, then In your memory lane you hear A little girls sob and mommys tender hug Daddy slams the door and screeching tires roar ...You remembered.

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Sorrows all over your face Hunger was of a long time ago And loves hope was on far far away land For daddys little princess. Its 8 oclock in the evening That bright day out there hurriedly turned dark Times still young, just like the one you have inside of you But then you force yourself into sleep That you may escape the scenes following But youve been fooled and youve become one Thoughts of desperate futility fill your mind, Thinking youre God to stop all of these. But its a cause and effect, truth or consequence life Youre in and for everyone else Falling knives, red roses, and a little girls doll thrown Its a night voices call for the taking Nervous and about to breakdown, you grab hold Of the killing machine AndTick! Tack! Tick! Tack! Thunders of a midnight clock stole your thinking And saved you from the end you were forcing. This day has already gone by.

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Explanation: God is often the God of the midnight hour. Hes usually not early, but Hes never late, Joyce Meyer Life isnt really a bed of roses for some--those who went through crossroads and chose the wrong way. These people are filled daily with grief, regrets, and hopelessness. Some ore filled too much that they cant take in another drop of feeling this way anymore. Their resortend it all. And sometimes, it only takes a second of grace for things to be placed in the right direction. A moment of sudden realization that if the sun could rise again for another day for a hopeless heart, then there is that possibility for hope, even just a speck of it. A very small portion that strengthens the hungriest of hearts to say that, it could just not end here, not this way. For as mornings go by, one after another, hope is cleared little by little.