4 am
September 25, 2015
the single streetlight, blinking
like my drowsy eyes in an attempt
to regain my deep slumber,
no one’s awake at 4 am
the few early birds,
most waking to hear
the start of a new workday,
but some, like me,
waking to hear the silence.
this is the framework of my dreams,
where they grow and prosper
and sink into
the deepest depths of my mind,
but still
no one’s awake at 4 am
feeling something
but nothing, not
a rush of emotions but
a lack of any
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