Endless thoughts
A cold drink
A froggy voice from singing
Morning blues
A peace in the air
A comfort in a song
A hug from a blanket
And the sound of a fan
Now out of bed
I didn't know what sleep meant
Tomorrow, another day
Same cycle
Endless play
4 a.m.
A treat
But how did it end so quickly?
How lonely it feels now
Now, 4 a.m., I'm awake, thinking, and cold
And wishing for the same cycle I once called boring
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Author:
A.N. (
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Comments4
I like this one A.N! I have a poem I’m still finishing that’s about what you hear at 2 AM. Your imagery in this is very good, I can picture an early morning, fantastic job
Thank you! That sounds exciting; I look forward to reading it!
You’re very welcome!
Those 4 am blues can be a real bear. Great write. ☺️
Thank you!
You are most welcome!
Insomnia a terrible plague. Well written
Yes indeed. Thank you!
Most welcome
Well written!
Thank you!
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