Souls like us
Are widely awake
At 3am- while everybody
Is in the midst
Of their slumber

It's in these times
Our mind and soul
Are mostly active
Struggling to find a way
Out of our own thoughts

While everyone holds
A glass of fancy liquor
We hold our hearts in our pens
Afraid it's gonna be like this forever

While everyone holds their pillow close
Or someone they love
We are up with words- almost overdose
Writing for someone we lost