3 Am Poem by James Casey

3 AM

It's 3 O'Clock again and I'm awake
Fear of sleeping is the choice I make

There's demons in my head dancing around
They only come out when asleep I have found

Too many people needing your aid
Leaking out blood they've already paid

Many faces that drift through the night
Out of my head, it's a dreadful sight

I wish I could loose them during the day
Then, at night, they'd have somewhere to stay

Away from me those memories old
Make my night times thoroughly cold

Jim 1995