Midnight voices

I hear a thudding sound

in the quiet of midnight


A crime I committed long ago

a vicious plot to

lock them in the vault alive

I hear them screeching every night


Caterwauls of stubbornness

and unwavering hope

I hear a thudding sound

in the quiet of midnight


Banging on the vault doors

they beg me to let them out

they beg to be fed

they beg to be quenched


A howl of the inmate from

grave of the feelings I buried alive

I hear a thudding sound

in the quiet of midnight


I turn deaf

the sounds blend out

as i wake up to the scurried world

tears roll down my eyes


People are my therapy

mornings my respite

I hear a thudding sound

in the quiet of midnight


Half-alive still or the ghost of the past

I will never know

I just hear a thudding sound

in the quiet of midnight

people say it is heartbeat

but it still haunts me