the eye of midnight

The eye of midnight,
The ocean of silence…
The betraying call of darkness,
The shivering heat of summer…
The scary quietness,
And the still time…
The frightened minds,
Judging me, trying to voice my silence…
The roughness of the breeze,
And the roaring screams…
Frightening me to my nerves,
The time so bad has struck…
Every breath seems like its last,
Every sound seems even more distant…
My heart jumping,
And my hands, sweaty with fear…
These eyes refusing to close,
But too tired to open up…
Hard has become every moment,
Fright and anger building up…
The lights refusing to turn on,
And the darkness refusing to disappear…
I am waiting for tomorrow,
But don’t know when will it come…
Thirsty to drink the sunrays,
And hungry to see my nearing goal…
But this midnight, teasing me and laughing loudly in my ears…
God! Wish for a miracle to happen,
And for the eye of this midnight to close…