My Family Needs Me
The clock strikes midnight,
The raven calls aloud
The graveyard lost in the shadows,
Within a foggy shroud.
Feedback from the amplifiers,
Turns my mortal soul.
Granite and concrete slabs,
The inn is now full
Morpheus call to me,
Waiting for me to dream,
Filling up pages with poems,
Buying the by the ream.
The clock strikes midnight,
With not much more to say.
Another night writing poetry,
As the bats all fly away.
Alas my pen must rest,
As I swig my last coffee.
Morning is coming soon,
And my family needs me.
By JToddUnderhill
© 2008 JToddUnderhill
(All rights reserved)
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