Midnight Sun

Dawn, dusk — neither day or night
Dead trees and crashed cars in sight!

Eerie lights, evil decor
Wrong way — which way is the door!

Smokey fire, smoldering decay
Confusion hangs like a fog in the way!

Shadows interfere, blocking the light
Oh, but the Midnight Sun burns bright!

A poem by Jason S. Sullivan, 11-28-20

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