3 A.M.

3 A.M.

A Poem by Darkened_drear

My solemn hours of secretive solitude 

Just want this trip down hells havocing memory lane train to kill this familiar 3 a.m. Drain game

If hate would only harden my foolish heart a bit more

Or perhaps this is the reasoning behind this raging anguishing anger

Your hearts pursuit pains me because I cannot give you what you seek 

For I am a seething mess both stressed and silent 

You push and push which only causes me to further resent you 

Your suffocating me.F*****g drowning me.Always want to screw me even when I beg to be left be

I'm just so sick of this game.Go away.Get out 

Just let me have a silent surrendering second to my self

© 2016 Darkened_drear


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Excellent alliteration here....I can be like this with people sometimes too...many just seem to want want want take take take well yeah...they can take a hike ;) I like your hue and construction here...moody...which I know it is just how you want it to be. I understand respect associate and appreciate. Will be back to read more sometime.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on June 13, 2016
Last Updated on June 13, 2016
Tags: anger, stress, darkness, agitation, emotion, deep, poetry

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Darkened_drear

Bim, WV



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