stories of the undaunted.

1 | when midnight dreams

Falling
I was falling and someone is calling
My name, what am I facing?
A wall, where Midnight is dreaming
Nightmares, she was struggling
With heartache as she was sleeping
She dreamed with enough letting
Go of emotions, she was gathering
Pain of the past, she was harboring

I watched as she fought with the bitterness
As she went to battle with resentfulness
She fought, hoping to find happiness
Where she thought she could find with a mess
I was afraid to say or even address
Her hopefulness was the root of her helplessness
She might strike me without any caress
I guess that's her nature of carelessness

I stood when the show was over
I faced what was in the other
Wall, where Daylight would shatter
The pain, that developed into a disaster
A scream that turned into a whisper
A whisper that turned into a bitter
Emotion, that Midnight would gather
What? What could possibly last forever?

I see nothing when the hat widened the brim
I felt no one, not one against the rim
All my fears were subject to a whim
When reality turned into nothing it seemed
The moon shone, the stars gleam
The fog rose and vanished like steam
All deeds are subject to schemes
That one night, the night when Midnight dreams

This is the first poem I wrote that defied my traditional four-verses-per-stanza structure. Aside from When It Rains which could be found in another collection, this poem marks the beginning of me exploring poem lengths and structures.

Honestly, I have no idea what this poem meant. I have no idea what half of what I'm writing meant. It's just...there.

I don't remember writing this poem at all. All I know is that I wrote it way back 2015. I don't remember much about this poem except that it was a focal point in my writing.

So, what do you think this means? Comment below. :)