Ismim Putera

Veteran Poet - 1,088 Points (20 September 1991 / Kuching, Sarawak)

Alone In 3 Am. - Poem by Ismim Putera

Who woke me up at 3.00am?
Or is it by the haunted dream?
That morning was dark and lonely,
And sweat running down like a river,
And my heart was pumping fast and furious,
Shaking in worry- to whom? To what?
I do not know.

How I am suppose to sleep back now?
Or will I re-dream the same dream again?
The pillow has harden – squeezing my neck,
The blanket has refused to wrap around my body,
I am alone, on the bed, thinking about everything-
To whom I am afraid of? Or what I am scared of?
I do not know.

Why the room feel so odd?
What was the dream wanted me to foresee?
My eyes were paralysed, and so did my mind,
Alone at 3.00 am – I was sleepy and sleepless,
It was both a terrible night and a painful morning,
When did the sunlight come into my room?
I do not know.

Topic(s) of this poem: expressions


Comments about Alone In 3 Am. by Ismim Putera

  • Rajnish Manga (3/7/2015 9:03:00 AM)


    The portrayal of a bad dream or a nightmare is so breathtaking that the reader like me is amazed beyond comprehension. The imagery promises to last for ages. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • Rajnish Manga (3/7/2015 9:01:00 AM)


    The portrayal of a bad dream or a nightmare is so breathtaking that the reader like me is amazed beyond comprehension. The imagery promises to last for ages. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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