1: 45 Am Poem by Tamara DanielCarter

1: 45 Am



1: 40 AM
It's going on 2 am
Can't sleep
Eyes
Wide awake

I lay there
Wide awake
Tossing
Turning

Surrounded by emptiness
Yet locked in a room
Of clutter

Tossing
Turning
Staring into the emptiness
Alone
She lies
Surround by
Nothing but darkness

Thursday, July 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness
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