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Sarah Pesta


The Stroke of Midnight


Half a minute before midnight arrives
Lying asleep peacefully with fear within every second

Midnight slowly creeps closer and closer without warning
The dream I'm having is now about to alter

The time has come for midnight to make its appearance
My dream suddenly goes blank and fades back in

I'm in a maze with little light on the walls
Unaware of the unexpected around each corner

This dream is not what I wanted to be
I create my dreams, and choose to end this one

Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010

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