midnight, by joe meyers

When sun bends
Into slow fat night,
And fleeing named demons
Stand proud and upright,
With backs shimmering
Beneath the turning sky
I sit inside a spotlight
Watching my life float by.

I hear screams crawling
Between boards and dirt.
See broken buttons,
Mere bones of my shirt.
I know someone made them
And they have some use,
Like pearls among words
Marking a forgotten truce.

My eyes are bleeding,
Tearless tracks shout
Is this my soul
That this is about?

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