Another Restless 3am

ThePhoenix

By the window I sit

I watch and wait 

I can hear the commotion

Quite unpleasant 

Like the moment glass shatters into pieces

I glance at the clock 

3am 

I glance at my bed 

Aching for sleep but

The commotion is forceful

It invades my room and surrounds me

I cover my ears in hopes it stops

But it only gets louder

Before I can move

A wave of silence

I stay still

Waiting

Then I hear it 

His old brown ripped up slippers drag across the hall

Panicked

I lay under my covers

I am asleep 

The hallway light pours in from under my door

My heart is in my throat

The keys clink together in his pocket

I wrap my arms around myself 

Trying to steady my breathing 

He stops at my door 

I am asleep

The keys no longer in his pocket 

No I whisper 

I am asleep

Doesn’t matter how hard I squeeze my eyes shut

Tears still leak out 

I am asleep

-Phoenix 

  • Author: ThePhoenix (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 7th, 2021 21:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: My parents would fight throughout the night and my father would always be angry if he found one of us awake. He liked to blame us for them fighting even when it had nothing to do with us, so even if I couldn’t sleep because of them, I learned to pretend I was. Another thing I very much hate the way glass sounds breaking.
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