At midnight It Strikes!
At midnight it strikes
With a gush and a rush,
A turmoil of nothing
That sucks hard and cold!
It spirals and circles
And saps out the heart,
Leaving it hollow
And empty and sore!
It comes in a moment,
So ferocious and firm,
Hurling and curling
And heaving and hard!
The darkness so heavy
So dense and so deep,
In waves washes over,
In ripples of hurt!
Joy Weare.
28th April, 2006.
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