Midnight's reality

by Snash

July 1, 2013

Midnight,

Silent pitter-patter of a cold rain.

Lifeless cobblestone walls crumbling down.

Silent to the slumbering houses.

Watch as the light gives way to the abyss of reality.

Soundless screams echo through the forsaken city.

When will this battle be won?

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SnashJul 1, 2013

<p>I also put this poem on my poetry blog! I submitted it here first though, and I wrote it for the purpose of the <a href="http://www.powerpoetry.org/poetry-slams/its-all-you-scholarship-slam">It's All Up to You (Scholarship Slam)</a> poetry contest here on this site. Here is the link to the poem on my site: http://sydneynashpoems.blogspot.com/2013/07/midnights-reality.html</p><p> </p>