At 4 am we don't find serenity.
Instead we face our greatest enemy.
Our thoughts, pulsing with belligerence.
Hoping that sleep will one day be our deliverance.
Watching catastrophes unfold in our mind.
Our imagination brings grief of a different kind.
Killing ourselves with over-thought possibilities.
Reliving tragedies.
Lying there in a silence that rings loud in our ears.
Screaming out words that no one else hears.
Trying to let go.
Drifting into a mind-state we'll never know.
Not asleep, but not awake.
It can rule your mind and bring back your worst mistakes.
At 4 am, this is when the mind brakes.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written myself, usually finding inspiration in strange ways. Hopefully you may find some sense of inspiration or can relate. Enjoy! :)
