3 A.M

3 AM

the sad souls of the word are alive

reminiscing on 

the day

the month

the year

3 AM

alcoholics stare at the bottle

wondering whether

to drink 

to sip

to stop

3 AM

the broken hearted ponder

why me

why now

why ever

3 AM 

the suicidal stare at

the pills

the gun

the knife

4 AM

the sad souls cry louder

the alcoholics drink more

the broken hearted call their lovers

the suicidal finally let go

Reviews

[alanwgraham]

I like the mathematical structure of this. You've caught the mood of that low point of the night well.
Well done!
Alan
You might like to read my story 'The letter'.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Powerful image.......I am up at 3am often.....though mostly for positive reasons.....a surge of creativity.....but I have experienced what you describe above, and you did that so well.

Read an interesting note about alcoholics......if one is able to drink 4-5 drinks without it really influencing one that much, then that is a sign of a borderline alcoholic - once the refrain of "just-one-more" rings in one's head, it is a warning sign.......at least I listened in time.....:)

[little_k]

an interesting poem, its a look into the lives of the hurting, very straight forward and to the point, good work. and keep it up my fellow writer.

[zainul]

Amazing work.