4 Am Poem by John Prophet
4 Am
4 AM
Tough time.
Dark time.
Ghost
haunting.
Haunting
the recesses
the private
places.
Places
where
thoughts
are born.
Mistakes
magnified,
circling
overhead.
Regrets
gnawing.
Gnawing
at the
soul.
The silent
time.
Morphing
futures
spinning
around.
No escape.
Nothing
to distract.
Nowhere
to hide.
Blackness
envelopes.
Sunrise.
New day
dawns.
New hope,
fresh start.
Moving on,
till 4 AM
returns again.
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4/26/2024 8:52:48 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Getting up do early...its a good habit and it provides good health.