3.04am, And The World Is Deserted... - Poem by Isabelle Reynolds
3.04am, and the world is deserted
I watch the rain splash down, attack the ground
Skimming the window ledge, I catch glimpse of a broken
Old watch. Tock. Tick, Tock. Tick, Tock. Tock. Tock...
Bored with this item, my eyes choose to observe my bedroom walls;
Personal sketches, train tickets, posters of my favourite
Punk bands - the kind who know no boundaries.
Love notes. Soft Jokes. Sweet nothings.
Photographs. Agonising to consider, but they reel in great memories.
I play a movie to go with each image, I watch myself
Smile again, then I watch myself fade.
We faded, but I can still see you.
How can it be that the closest
Thing I came to know is
Killing me, and still I can't let it go?
Love notes. Soft jokes. Sweet nothings?
I lower the blinds, sink deep
Into my pillow.
I play music through my headphones to drown
The windy rain thrashing upon my window.
I can't write anymore,
Just know in my head
I should have stayed in bed.
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