Midnight prowl

I cannot be the only one

Hiding here, from the sun

Midnight falls, I'm still alone

Sitting on the cobblestone


The wind brushes through

The led pushes down

Back towards the edge

Hoping I would drown


The dim light falls from up above

Reminding me of the things I love

The art piece screams of incomplete

The midnight prowl, beyond retreat



    Welcome to MPS "V" (Snazaroonies is a great name) Thanks for sharing your first Poem ~ Midnight Prowl ~ Well written with a good Rhythm & Rhyme. Love the brashness of "Sitting on the Cobblestones @ Midnight ~ did it often when I was a TEEN ! I too felt I could drown in the Wind ! When it got too dark to think I went home and my Mum had always left me a Flask of cocoa and a cake ! Your Poem brought back memories. I share this site with my Fiancee Angela who is working in Auckland (NZ) til next September so I to am alone ! MPS works by reading & commenting on each others Poems (more please !) Yours BRIAN Please check our site ~ Thanks B & A.

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