3 am is when the emotions come
Silver invisibility
Dark blue sadness
Lime laughter
Red anger, and
Ruby regret.

And when silver and lime tears drain
From gray eyes
Leaving tie-dyed streaks,
All that’s left is the anger
And sadness
And regret.

3am turns to 4am
The colors swirl around and around
Like a painters palette
And they turn to black
So dark it matches the night sky

And the black tosses and turns and
Rumbles and shakes until
Pale sleep takes over
and everything fades
Until purple dawn brings a new day