Tales of Torment: Midnight’s Misery
I’d rather not, have yet another night under Midnight’s Misery.
With every passing night, there are fewer shining stars‐
these little shimmers of light have grown so dim, and so far, that...
every scar here is free to hide in this dark sea I stare up at.
Black is so frequently the only color I see, that...
this void‐like sky might as well have been painted over‐
paired with this void‐like company, all has been taken over.
—
With every hopeless night that has been hosted here, the less I find surprising‐
through Midnight's Misery, peace is hoisted over my head
and time continues to taunt me in my bed...
and, with every tear that falls, there is one fewer reason for the sun's rising.
The moonlight peeking through the blinds will be my only witness...
I suppose whether or not I survive another night is not the business of eyes so oblivious‐
this world around me might as well be blind in its ignorance.
—
With every night that Void's Company sits at the end of my bed,
one star is subtracted from the sky over my head...
and that is one night closer to becoming an overhead star myself.
How many more prayers will I push out of my lungs?
How many more scriptures will I post on my bedroom wall?
Before I tear every last one of these walls to the ground and let this Burning Paradise wreak havoc on everything around me...
—
With every night that I lay awake in this waking nightmare
I am tempted to stand less than a single step before my grave, hoping to be pushed
that I may not have to jump in myself...
How this internal suffering continues to go unseen, I cannot fathom,
this perpetual storm that rages beneath what's appears to be such a calm sea...
will one day, or night, finally break the surface tension‐
Who will be there to stop me then?...
—
On any morning that may follow a night under Midnight's Misery,
it is far too late for comfort...
Where was Peace but dangling over me when I cried out for it?
Between crying my eyes out in crying out to the God of all compassion...
and simply letting my eyes focus on the red that fills them‐
I can only hope that this world and its creator will forgive me if I side with the latter.
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Thank you for reading, here are some of the other stories that are from the Tales of Torment collection.
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.


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