It's 3 a.m.

By celestine_moon

It's 3 a.m.
and I don't even know why
i'm writing

Staring at a screen
all day, detatched
I guess I just need.

Need.

Attention, connection,
extension, pretension,
other words that rhyme...

It's 3 a.m.
Can you tell I
need you?

Couldn't make up my fucking
mind today.
Never know what to say.

I love you, but why
do you insist on
writing me sonnets?

Mable, at the gas station,
lights me a cigarette.
Maybe the cold Wisconsin air
will do me good.

Eyes heavy, neck sore.
Doubt I'll fall sound asleep
But anything is better than
this 3 a.m. limbo.

Not quite awake,
not yet asleep.
Not quite alive,
not yet dead.

Fall upon my bed.

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Published on Monday, June 23, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "It's 3 a.m."

On Sunday, February 25, 2024, carlosjackal (2788) wrote:

Restless limbo captured beautifully. I especially loved the pairing of the "sonnets" stanza with the "Mable" stanza.
On Sunday, March 21, 2004, sulkylime (191) wrote:

a 3am sort of poetry hah interesting and enjoyable
On Thursday, March 11, 2004, Jonas (715) wrote:

kinda interesting... seems like freeform tired flow... but i like how it ended and ended up.
On Monday, June 23, 2003, maddin foxxxy (358) wrote:

"Fall upon my bed".....i can see that by the ride of ur words...very nicely done.
On Thursday, March 11, 2004, Jonas (715) wrote:

is it that hard to type 'you're'? *sigh*
On Tuesday, February 12, 2013, Intoxicating Delirium (273) wrote:

your*... you're = you are
On Monday, June 23, 2003, Raze Drake (85) wrote:

i bow to you on this piece Celestine. I enjoyed it very much. My respct given to you, continue the good writes