4 AM

John Prophet

4 AM
Tough time.
Dark time.
Ghost
haunting.
Haunting
the recesses
the private
places.
Places
where
thoughts
are born.
Mistakes
magnified,
circling
overhead.
Regrets
gnawing.
Gnawing
at the
soul.
The silent
time.
Morphing
futures
spinning
around.
No escape.
Nothing
to distract.
Nowhere
to hide.
Blackness
envelopes.
Sunrise.
New day
dawns.
New hope,
fresh start.
Moving on,
till 4 AM
returns again.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 17th, 2021 09:37
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    Well penned, John. Never thought about 4am this way since at that time I am usually dead to the world.

    • John Prophet

      Hi FP,

      Thank you for reading.

      JP

    • Goldfinch60

      Good one John.

      4am is usually the time I remember the thing I was trying to remember all day.

      Andy

    • L. B. Mek

      early morning's introspective thoughts worded so eloquently



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