four nineteen a.m.
your thoughts
are blurring your eyes

four twenty a.m.
you tell yourself
a sleep would sound so nice

four twenty-one a.m.
you look out your window
wishing to be watching the sun rise as you lay down in the meadow

four twenty-two a.m.
you climb back to your bed
hushing the voices inside your head

four twenty-three a.m.
you whisper your prayers
wishing they'd be heard

four twenty-four a.m.
you're pretty sure
you're hearing a chirp of a little bird

four twenty-five a.m.
you let darkness take over
as you finally close your eyes

four twenty-six a.m.
you drift away
without saying goodbye