Three a.m.A Poem by The Musings of Mary H.What goes on at three in the morning where you live?
Ever wonder where
that sound comes
from
wind rustling trees,
a branch whacks
the roof
A cat meows
a dog is scuffing
you are stirring
at three
in the morning
get out of bed
point in time in
two hours
moreover you hear
this sound from
no where
everyone else is
sound asleep
so you are alone
Something is
banging
at your chest
barricade
you comprehend it’s
your thunderous heart
nothing else
appears to be
moving on
your carcass
“Please God”
are the solitary
two words
you have
Running throughout
your wits in
understood prayer
ice is swarming
throughout your veins
chilling every
component
never do you figure
what it really is
but recognize
this is for you
why would you be
awake at three a.m.
in the morning
hearing something
so uncharacteristic,
stoic and with such
incredible menace.
or is it just
a run of the mill
no nonsense
bash in the night
from nothing
actually and you just
happen to be
conscious.
© 2008 The Musings of Mary H.Author's Note
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1 Review Added on February 15, 2008 AuthorThe Musings of Mary H.Knox, INAboutSt. Patrick's Day Limerick FestFeb 23, 2008 - Mar 24, 2008I would love to see who can give me a true limerick with all its DUM's in the proper place. A limerick wouldn't be a limerick without the humo.. more..Writing
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