Sitting here awake at this hour,
haven't slept for days.
Caffine is survival,
world sleeps now.
Hushed, silent town.
No men, women, children awake,
just me,
what am I to do?
Gazing into the dark
only one awake.
Rocking by the window
with acigarette.
Can't function during the day
got the shakes,
got the sweats,
need sleep.
Need sleep
but don't really want sleep
scared to sleep
unfamilliar.
Will go mad without sleep.
Talking gibberish.
Talk the truth.
3 AM.
But I'll keep watching from my window,
watching the night unfold,
watching the darkness creep
enslave me.
I too have quite an intimate relationship with 3a.m... I get the sensation of being completely isolated yet on top of the world at the same time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Megan haskins you nailed this piece.well done and keep writting