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night time is your time

by Beth K Hannah

i had no master plan
Just attempts that always failed
as i continue to find myself
in a twisted, dark world

Where loneliness is sometimes
most times
the only thing to hold me at night

where the monsters under the bed
are really living right under
our roofs
my roof
their roofs

I am not even sure how
to explain the way i work
yet everyone else can seem
to wrap me up tight in a box
with a suffocating bow

i am told to care
when to weep
when to celebrate;
when in reality i never want
to do both

because as I see it
there are those who have it
worse than me
this makes me never want
to celebrate


but to find them all
hold them close
and sing lullabies into
the folds of their dreams
so when we decide to fly
we will not fall from the sky

and our master plan becomes
more than survival, more than
learning when to yield
but learning to love what is in the mirror
and under our skins

04/07/2010

Posted on 04/08/2010
Copyright © 2022 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/08/10 at 02:16 PM

That last stanza is daunting stuff, and I almost wonder if it was written first. Good stuff.

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