2:40 a.m.

 

The light from my clock serves

as a bright reminder that I now sleep alone.

In my bed, I toss and turn,

as my mind plays the same sad song.

 

I know every word by heart,

I wrote them myself,

made up of life long tragedies

and emptiness I've felt.

 

But it’s  2:40 in the morning,

the appointed time for pain.

Curled up to my pillow,

I feel it coming back again.

 

I refuse to cry another tear,

when this sowing you were meant to reap,

and I’ll sing myself this same sad song

before I finally cry myself to sleep.

 

Reviews

[thecoolone52]

i enjoyed the entire rhyme sceme in the last stanza... nice work..... reminds of the a O.A.R song..... "Its 3 am and i wana Gooooooooo tooooooooooooo beeeeeeeeedddddddd thers a womaaaaaan runnnning through my heaaaaaaaddddddd" anyway tubular poem

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Loneliness can really be dreadful... this poem sounds like me many nights.

[Robert Erickson]

Wow I've been there a million times i think ^_^ Sadness and insomnia are fun stuff.

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I like it. It speaks to the pain of missing someone without sounding whiney as many such poems can often sound.

The message that I get is I miss you, but I'll deal with it, I'll get through it.

[Brenda Sue]

Beautifully penned. Very sad. Great job.

[Phil Sanders]

How sad .. how poignant .. how beautiful ....