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Inner Me Midnight is calling I sleep alone tonight Who am I really? Tortured mind, poetic soul Lover, father, fool! Midnight is calling Across the beach tonight Gross misshapen finger pressed Hard against pursed lips Society’s need for silence! Midnight is calling To my conscience tonight Will I stand For what I know is right Or sit and watch another’s plight? Midnight is calling To my soul tonight Will I answer him, bravely With the voice of my Inner Me? I think not! Midnight is calling I’m so scared tonight Looking into your eyes I don’t see me as I am And I thank God for that! |
This Poem was Critiqued By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-12-31 15:05:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.71875
Oh Stephen. Why so disparaging? You are seeing your soul through her eyes. Everything will be okay.
There is nothing ever to be afraid of. You set your own limits...set them free. Good verse here. Well laid out and I like the format. Your title certainly drew me in and gave me some insight into you. Thanks.