Poetry

3 AM

Is 3 Am going to be my regular time?
Where I sit and write trying to rhyme
About my thoughts that run on and on
Never being able to say "be gone"

3 Am has become a routine
My mind crystal clear and keen
What I think about is only ever life
And how I fight not to pick up the knife

3 Am and I'm still going
Thinking about you but never showing
Thinking about the world
About how many problems in the world

3 Am please save me
I'm drowning in these thoughts
Just trying to connect the dots
What would I give to be set free

3 Am people say I should head to bed
But in reality I'm just fighting so I'm not dead
Maybe I should go to sleep to rest my mind
But in the end the sleep gets left behind

So 3 Am shall become my new routine
I'll think about the other side, so green
I'll sit and think and write and cry
Then I'll finish with fighting the goodbyes

I'll see you tomorrow 3 Am