Alone at 5am Again.

Quiet grey of nothing,
No children fast at play,
No laughter on the breeze,
A pause to slip away.
No screams of the righteous,
Or whispers to say when,
Alone this very morning,
I wish time to pass again.
A moment lost to sleepers,
A world stalls to slow down,
All is left unspoken,
In mornings toneless sounds.
I find no peace in quiet,
No inner voice to quell,
Just a morning of dull greyness,
No movement to dispel.
Why do I come here,
To sit alone and think,
I must be prone to heartache,
Or love living on the brink.
Time passes very slowly,
But soon arrives once more,
Then the screams of laughter,
A loud and deafening roar.
I shrink away from movement,
Though I longed for it to come,
Perhaps inside I preferred
That morning’s quieting numb.

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I am a poet at heart.
A writer in dreams.
A father always.
A man.

I am, perhaps, me.

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  • Navudos
    Navudosabout 5 years ago

    Great rhythm and rhyme, I love how the poem flows. Nice work!

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