Countdown Until Midnight

It's nearly midnight
But it's only 11:57
Soon, it will no longer be
Which I don't really understand
How one thing can be so here
So vivid, and the next
It's gone

Like how it's 11:58 now
And I suppose I'll write until
That notorious midnight
Screwing the present
Because it's really just the
In-between

Until it's 11:59
Which is even moreso the
In between of today and tomorrow
And I don't understand the exact
Moment when there really is an in-between
If there is
But how could there not be?

It's midnight
It's tomorrow
It's confusing
It's bedtime
Far past it
 

elise.writer

VT

15 years old

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