Waking up suddenly, too early,
It is dark and only 5AM,
But I know that there is no hope,
Of drifting to sleep again.
Thinking keeps me from dreams,
Heaven in my mind,
Night drags on and on,
Without peace to find.
There is a space inside my head,
Where a filter should clearly be,
Instead I relive the hurt,
Remembering with alarming clarity.
I close aching eyes once more,
And wait for sleepy scenes to start,
No relief will come tonight,
To ease hunger of this heart.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
Waking up suddenly, too early,
It is dark and only 5AM,
But I know that there is no hope,
Of drifting to sleep again.
Thinking keeps me from dreams,
Heaven in my mind,
Night drags on and on,
Without peace to find.
There is a space inside my head,
Where a filter should clearly be,
Instead I relive the hurt,
Remembering with alarming clarity.
I close aching eyes once more,
And wait for sleepy scenes to start,
No relief will come tonight,
To ease hunger of this heart.
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