The Midnight Oil

• Artist: pan_pandeus
• Description: A poem (ish) written at midnight about writing at midnight.
• Date: 06/22/2009
• Tags: writing midnight death

The midnight oil has burned out
Yet still I am here
Sitting in the dark.

Bloody words fall from the pen
Tearing at my soul
And fixing my heart.

The dawn seems so far away
Not even a glimmer
Of light on the horizon.

My mind slowly drifts apart
But my hand moves
Frantic and real.

My innermost self is laid bare
Writ large in ink
Simple letters on a page.

My life's blood spread out
In sensible patterns
That become insanity.

The pen slows its pace at last
And I collapse
Drained of it all.

Each night I die, only to be brought back to life in the morning to write again...

Comments

[LexyCobriana]

Beautiful. You capture the essence of writing. Bravo.

[Klaora]

As a writer and an artist, I must say that you've captured my very soul's essence into these words! Though I usually prefer poetry that rhymes simply because it shows some thought, this one seems fairly well planned out. There's definite meter and the ideas are conveyed clearly through imagining the actions of the words. This is very true, quite thought provoking, and an idea I never would've thought of. Now I feel that I must illustrate it. If I ever do, I shall show you the final product!