I Wish I Could Say This Is Happy Poetry - Anthology

3am

It is 3am.
Because it is always 3am.
It is 3am when you are laying in bed
And you are consumed by darkness
And you are alone.
It is 3am when the drowning writers
Carve words into paper
And send them in glass bottles in hopes they'll make it to shore. And maybe they do.
It is 3am when you are on fire and no can hear you
screaming for help;
When you are trapped in a catastrophic cyclone
And no one can save you
Until the sun rises
And the storm calms.
It is 3am when your mind declares war on your body;
When sleep is not an option and you are fighting
To make it to sunrise.
Even still, the war always ends for you.
You will wake up to a cloud of asphalt dust and ethereal sunlight
And you will find other survivors
And you will live. But I won't.
It is 3am and I am trapped in a never
Ending cycle of cosmic explosions and tsunamis
Crashing and destroying and
I am writing these words at 3am
Because I am a writer at sea
But I am so far from land I'm afraid I wont make it to
See the sun again.
But even still, I do.
Except I see the sun and it is burning like a wildfire inside
My mind.
And I am slowly dying in this heat.
And it is still 3am, and that will never change.

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I think this was really inspired by a common theme of poets suffering from mental illness. We all write about the thoughts that occur at 3, 4, 5, in the morning because our suffering won't let us sleep through these hours. Sometimes they're the worst hours of our lives. But know that it won't last forever, even though it may feel like it. The sun will come, it always does. It just comes a bit later for some of us.