3 Am Poem by Nebil Elias

3 AM
Drained
Thoughts of countless years
Running and beginning to find an explanation in despair

The eerie nothingness of the night
Promises its company for the night
The bed cradles me as I quietly reminded myself of my worth
"I'm worthless, " my mind says
"Purposeless" cussed the people

I get a flash of my once happy memories; all gone now
Memories that were sweet, now tasteless and threatening
My pneuma lingering through the ceiling
And back to its host; its insomniac

I am an empty flask, longing to be filled
Tore into million fragments, all dispersed
The dark corner whispers to me "I'm coming for you"
I close my eyes, but whispers are aching in my head
The dark corner continues to threat
I'm so afraid, I take a deep breath

Footsteps getting closer
The room is getting colder
I feel something in my shoulder
I will open my eyes when it's over