3 AM

 

Wasted in the moonlight

Drunk on past regrets

My love died today

Ripped out

Convulsed on the floor

3 Am

And I don’t feel tired

I don’t feel much at all

Mutilated by love or

A lack there of

Spinning with words, and

The silence of the night

Spinning with something, but

I’m not sure just what

I can see their faces, but

The eyes look like lit cigarettes

Burning into me

Now they can all see right through me

Maybe not happy, but

I want to feel something

This whiskey just numbs me

Shattered like broken glass

It won’t rain and

The night won’t come to a close

It just keeps going

On and

On

Each tick of the clock

Is like a gunshot

And the phone won’t ring

And my mind won’t come back

It has wondered too far,

Seen too much

Reviews

[Kat Collins]

The damage is done....lasts for eternity. Endless dark nights, shockingly bright days causing us to squint and borrow deeper into our own blackness. Numb to all else except the clanking bottle against our lips. I can feel no light at the end of the tunnel....I tip my hat to you.

[Kenneth The Poet]

As Rob Thomas once said, "It's 3AM and I must be lonely."

Now I understand what he means by that.

[Chris]

Tkess,

You touch the IT with this one... few take me anywhere and this one I had to return from - and THAT says more than enough.

Thanks man,
Chris

[Rene Velez]

Heartfelt write...the woes of love..

[Lily Mae]

I feel such a desperation and need in this to find and hold onto something..almost anything.. Feeling lost in the abyss of life and soul...xx Excellent write..x

[Ruth]

Your voice is a voice I admire in art love...this leaves no stone unturned to face the sun...only chaotic spiral of the decline in a way only you can do!
Beautifully so!
xx

[mark slade]

"the eyes look like lit cigarettes" A great line. you've got a style all your own. interesting form. keep it up.