4am

This is one of the first poems I have ever written that has little to do with me. I thought it'd be a challenge to write about something you don't fully understand.

It’s 4am.

When it’s 4am, the past sinks in.

The fights that ended with the taste

Of cheap wine and tears, and the endless

Hours of violent sobbing due to the knowledge

That it’s all over. Not to mention the seconds each

Spent listening to the same songs, over and over, and

The meals you re-cook to remind you of that one evening

Where he told you he loved you, and you said it back. Or the

Profanity that left your mouth as you drive in the car he helped

You fix; merely because you miss the way he used to swear when

Everyone cut him off. When it’s 4am, everything sinks in much further

Than your bones; it sinks into your soul so far you get dragged along with it.

 

When 4 am says “You can’t do this anymore,” you believe it. 

Author's Note

Any reviews would be greatly appreciated!

Reviews

[EDziver]

Wow I've gotta say thats a powerful piece, and I think it applies to anyone, including myself. It reminded me of how I always end up lying awake at night just thinking about anything and everything. I loved it!

[Faith]

Thank you, glad you liked it!

[soliloquy]

Reading this one got me thinking. Thinking of how I used to work the late shift and our last break was at 4 am in the morning. Working hard all night was soooo hard! This one got me thinkin about that time in my life. I don't miss it. :0)

[Faith]

I can imagine, I'm glad that you don't work at bad hours anymore!

[soliloquy]

Me too. But this is nice. I like how its laid out. the sentences seem to work together well.

[Faith]

Thank you!