I love it! Three minutes 'til midnight is an eternity under the chaos of emotions of the night, and everything is so much more...real...at night, with such impact. You deviously (dare I use that word) capture this with power and push. I don't know I were to read it aloud whether this poem should be dragged out like the agonized tortures of the damned, each dirge of a wail a long somber line; or whether to roar with emotion and chaos as this is thudding through the echoing chambers of my heart. Insomnia is not a word I would associate with this. It has the feel of waking as one would wake from the grave, forced to restlessly face the talons of the world. Beautigul, with flow, and a gripping use of punctuation witht hat dash stabbing the point into the reader. Also, repetition never becomes dull here, but simply charges toward the climax of what feels an eternity of midnight. Great work. -Immortal Nyght

Lots of screaming and bleeding roses again these days, eh? Wellpers, I just wanted to do a review to let you know I did sign up for an ID on here. :) Yes, tis me T, in case I need to clarify... :D

A simple structure that forms the basis for something much deeper and darker in tone. I can imagine the minutes ticking by, as you lay there with the foreboding atmosphere clawing at you.

Nicely Done

KEEP WRITING!

F.C