A Trial & Success (Or Error Depends On How You Look At It)

It’s midnight.
My eyes alight
with the sights
that seem to have taken flight.
make right,
this desolate night.
My hand
Here it stands.
brands,
spanned into the sands of time.
I’m stuck,
seem to be in this muck.
Where is my luck?
Where is my charm,
the one who makes life.
life…………. (You should be here) -N.R.W.

Hello world!
So apart from being a anxious person waiting to hear back from grad school (fingers crossed) I have decided to take up a hobby I had abandoned years ago;
Poetry writing.
I know right? *person raises hand, (Ahem, Nikki are you bored?)
*Me,standing,and responding with righteous indignation, “No of course not!” (Well just a tiny teenie bit)
Well bloggers let me tell you, Nikki is trying to be ambitious.
So tell me how you like this poem, if it sucks, if it’s interesting, or if I should just stop writing entirely. Let me know.
-N

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