It's Midnight

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    • is doin some Solitary Thinkin-- Lee Ann Womack

    It's Midnight

    Its midnight again
    in my mind
    Its midnight again
    and I am blind

    I can't figure out which way is out
    what's up or down
    just round and round

    It's not safe inside my head
    its substance like wood
    A disorienting hallucinatory quality of a dream
    the essence of a drug

    Everything's pooling
    like paint around my ankles
    and images linger
    from the painting's they came from

    Deceptive phantasms dissipate and reappear
    illusions of a feverish dream
    my mind is out of gear

    Its midnight again
    its everywhere
    Its midnight again
    I'm afraid I fear

    The thermometor's broken
    I know its wrong
    I'm sick! I'm sick!
    I'm not where I belong

    I'm waiting, waiting for my own cumbustion
    I'm locked away in my own assumption
    listless and still in a whirling madness
    its all I can do to escape the sadness

    I don't want to be naked in the rain
    I don't want to be hopeless in all the pain

    I'm standing on Saturn to watch Jupiter explode
    My eyes curiously open
    as the debris grows and glows

    Its midnight again
    where do I go?
    Its midnight again
    and I'm running slow

    My back is full of tattooed memories
    I can only see in a backwards mirror
    My feet they hurt with a rugged callous
    I run on coals to escape the fire

    Everything's warped
    Quick! Repair me fast
    replace broken bones
    with sticks or glass

    Its midnight again
    show me your smile
    Its midnight again
    for miles and miles

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    exotic commented on It's Midnight

    07-10-2009

    It made feel your confusion, maybe desperation, unreal and turbulent feelings. I liked it.

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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