4:00

4:00..

In the morning..

Is this when poetry is most deep.. Most meaningful..

Or when the road to sleep is most steep..

Or when my brain cells decide to mingle..

Because in a sense..

Sleep for me is now something i use in future tense..

And at my body’s health and expense..

I find myself..

Lying awake..

Doing nothing but mental intake …

And i guess the one speaking..

Is morning silence.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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