Sonnet 12:00

[tallonrk1]

A new aubade— the midnight streets wake up
to new silence. His door breaks open now.
I see him when my chest is splitting up
and tell him that the sky is darker now.
This liquor tastes like poison burning down
the throat. And still I let it enter me.
The floor feels softer when I’m falling down.
His silhouette looks like a knife to me
in this light. His breath is softer than mine
in this silence. I wish this wasn’t in
my mind. I’ve never got to call him ‘mine.’
This night is the only body I let in.
The midnight streets wake up to new repeating.
Why do I feel like I’m always repeating?

[YesNo]

It is interesting that the "rhymes" are the exact sounds. One sort of expects a slight difference in the sounds.

[tallonrk1]

I thought not changing the words for the "rhymes" would fit in with the theme of repetition and falling into the same situations over and over again

[YesNo]

It doesn't have to rhyme. The exact repetition is an interesting way to bring out the message.

[Mohammad Ahmad]

Why do I feel like I'm always repeating?
A melody sound comes out midnight streets that have ever to think being social although the atmosphere sometimes looking cunning as a fox of two tails you may cut both and go ahead that's the life is mixing both grief and a mist of pleasure.
The vacant streets at a midnight also enjoying me
Best wishes think good poem to read