4 am

you’re adrift

barely breathing

you’re sleeping

but your ghosts are lurking

although draped in slumber

in your head

you’re wide awake…

For 4 am,

is the hour

to sire fresh dreams

to leave behind

all that couldn’t be…

For 4 am,

is a new bend

those haunts need to rest

the voices better wait

they can’t keep awake

when the heart’s ready

to put to sleep

demons and dreads

that weigh it down

For 4 am,

is to finally wake

to dig a way

embrace the wave

for a new day

is not far away

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