Of Midnight Prose and Poetry

      Of Midnight Prose and Poetry.
  How many prayers were answered, if had  not learned to pray. How many days passed tomorrow will I be left here to stay. How far  away dose fly the sparrow, much to my dismay. How ever will I find the answer, if I were not here today. My crystal ball lay there shattered, the library doors all closed. The internet does not matter if the answers are supposed. How will I ever wake tomorrow if the night dose never end. Will the waters ever reach the sea, if the river never rounds the bend. How many hearts stopped beating , because they never had the chance to begin. How long before tomorrow will I finish this write to print, or will I wake in sorrow for not enough thoughts there in.
By GWRoggenbuck