The clock strikes midnight
and midnight strikes me
leaving it’s mark in shadows
that finally roam free.
Each chime a chilling reminder
of just how hollow I am
as it echoes through my bones
leaving behind an anagram.
The jumble of letters remains,
just waiting to be solved
but no answer can come from
the sins of which I’ll never be absolved.
© Autumn Siders 2017
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