4 A.M.

4 A.M.

A Poem by Jeanne Grey
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insomniacs rant

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4 A.M.

Some people think the change of day happens at midnight but it’s not. Its 4 A.M. the time insomniacs give up trying to go to sleep and it’s the creatures of the night turn to get some rest. The drug dealers, gangsters and pimps with their prostitutes try to slip into homes before they are seen to the people of the day. The first up are the construction and landscapers gathering in the predawn with caps or bandana’s on their heads, boots on their feet and lunches in coolers in their hands to be picked up by king cab trucks or well worn vans.

© 2012 Jeanne Grey


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I agree with you... But I dread waking up at 4 am for 5 consecutive days just to go to school... It always feels like sleep wanted me to embrace me again...

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