Midnight

I crept up upon a whisper. And saw the words disappear.

They seemed to run from me. These words inside of me.

I finally caught a word. A word, what a word.

The word was actually ‘word.’ And I got what I deserved.

No endings were found tonight. I kicked the period of a run on in flight.

You might think it’s right. But a single word is never right.

-Opinionated Man

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