Midnight

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