3 A.M. Poem by A.E.J. Jordan
3 A.M.
I wake up in the night
It’s a black 3 a.m.
I clutch at my chest
Cause the pain that I’m in
I admit I’m pathetic
A sad state of affairs
Hard to lift up my head
There’s no one there to care
Not an ounce of respect left
I’ve been treated like dirt
Stomped on with black boots
I’m so terribly hurt
Wasn’t always this way
Used to hold my head high
Won’t take any sh-t
Or I’d just say goodbye
All the nice people gone
Rather not be alone
But to stay where I am
Better off on my own
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5/7/2024 3:34:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Amy - Why all the angst from a nice Young Lady - Living in the lovely State of Ohio - right near Lake Erie? ? ? V 1 Pain at 3am V 2 Pathetic and no one to care - that sounds a sad state of affairs V 3 Never ever lose your self respect Angel - at the end of the day it's all we have left. V 4 'Wasn't always this way - Used to hold my head high' what happened? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? V 5 Don't forget all the PH Family are nice poeple - we all love you and want to share your angst to lessen it. We all pass through difficulties in life - you are not better off on your own - tell us the problem and we can support you and pray for you. Thanks for sharing AMY -it takes character to paint a picture that black - but 'There are people to care -j ust reach out and we will hold you hand - poetically - and lift you up on to higher ground. Love in Poetry - JOHN