Michael Edwards

THE DARK OF MIDNIGHT HOUR

 

 

THE DARK OF MIDNIGHT HOUR

 

 

Looking down on tranquil streets

no bustling crowds no traffic sounds

as street lights cast their ghostly glow

 

No prying eyes no one to care,

the remnants of her troubled dreams

lie deep within a tortured mind.

 

Inside her private darkened world

between the living and the dead

she waits in dread the passing trade.