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Here I am once again.. It's 3 a.m a rhyming game... Daylight conventions taught dictates all the 'ought's, I couldn't pour a daylight thought against the conventional odds. An acquaintance, he died, Sympathy I tried; Empathy I tried; but my feelings were dried. I wonder why, did I cry? Not out of sadness but of emptiness. 3 a.m is too good a time, where the air is sublime, to be wasted on sleeping instead of weeping. 3 a.ms often make me wonder if age is really just a number on a waiting lift to mortality or a mere human banality. Here I am again pouring my pain for no gain playing the 3 a.m rhyming game.
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
3 a.m
Here I am once again.. It's 3 a.m a rhyming game... Daylight conventions taught dictates all the 'ought's, I couldn't pour a daylight thought against the conventional odds. An acquaintance, he died, Sympathy I tried; Empathy I tried; but my feelings were dried. I wonder why, did I cry? Not out of sadness but of emptiness. 3 a.m is too good a time, where the air is sublime, to be wasted on sleeping instead of weeping. 3 a.ms often make me wonder if age is really just a number on a waiting lift to mortality or a mere human banality. Here I am again pouring my pain for no gain playing the 3 a.m rhyming game.
I am jealous of a person who died a peaceful death. Why can't people who want to die be blessed with death?
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Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
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