3am

This poem I write is inspired by the times when I would stay up all day and night and these are some of the words that just came out at 3am many years ago.

The clock ticks seconds away 

the righteous scribbles begin to sway

from the days that I never want 

to remember to the times that I 

wish I could remember breathing

to endure these hellish hours 

pushing up flowers till they reach

the tower and I look down into

the primordial mist that is my 

past I sift through this s**t 

trying to centralize the inner strength

that brought me from the then to 

the now and after a little comparison

I find out yours truly is more desenstized than 

a corpse prepped in the morgue

ready to be strapped down on this 

cold metal sheet located on fleet street 

where the demons parade coming at 

them with a crusade that in reality 

is just a charade to chase them 

away from this horrifying imbalance 

of chemicals that is me

Author's Note

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Reviews

[DaVoid]

I like this poem, the rhythm and theme.
Well chosen metaphors and language. Well constructed.
Love it.