3 AM

It's the wee hours of the morning and I'm wondering why I'm awake
I'm not thinking about the future or knocking on heavens gate
I'm plagued by memories of the past, haunting
The voices whispering silent yet taunting
Tossing and turning looking for rest
But sleep's eluded me and I'm gazing at the ceiling heart beating in my chest
Silent tears running down in a single fluid motion
As I grip the sheets in fear, fingers typing in rapid fashion
Whimpering into my pillow, soaked with the pains of yesterday
Overwhelmed and tired as I realize it's the dawn of a new day
For no novel or idle chatter can chase away the loneliness
An empty disparaging feeling as the clock strikes 3 clocking with fondness
Smiling to myself I look out the window, listening to the eerie quiet
Barren streets and glowing lights surrounds em
Then I hear it, the distinct chiming of the bell signifying the night has come to an end
Listening as the blanket of silence once again descends
Leaving me alone with my thoughts and my fears.