
My Insomnia kept me up all night, so i wrote poetry..."Three a.m. and the silence is... too strog for a weak mind, to weak for a strong kind..."
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 317 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-01-06 - id: 2165133
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THREE A.M SILENCE
Its three a.m. and the silence
Just won't leave me alone
Been up all damn night
But the shadows tell
A story untold
So I give up the fight
To my mind
Why am I sitting here?
Writing by flashlight
Four hours before the
City wakes up
This pointless habit
Of mine, needs to stop,
But I know it won't
Leave me alone
Its three a.m. and the silence
Is deafening, see
I'm so used to the
Sounds of the city
But I'm sitting here
And can hear
My blood rushing
Through veins that
Just don't deserve
To be heard
Don't care if it stops
After all, this world
Never did love me
Three a.m. and the silence
Is grasping my heart
Seams like the world
Is just me in my corner
The scratching of a pencil
That's telling my tale
The gasping of breath
And taste of the air
It seams my whole life
Has been broken down to
This one moment in time
I wont give in
But I need to sleep
And the only way,
Is to ignore myself, for
Its three a.m. and the silence
Is pounding away at my heart
It's a deafening break out
Too strong for a weak mind
Too weak for a strong kind
I can sense something though,
It's hiding from me
And I don't think I want to know
What's going on, but my mind
Never did listen to me.
But no worries, cuz
It's this three a.m. silence
That's haunting me
Through the night
It haunts with memories
I just need to forget
But the only the silence,
I accept in this world
Is the silence I choose to create
And right now,
I just need for this
Three a.m. silence
To leave
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