There's something quite alluring about
The time of three o'clock in the morning.
I am so utterly fascinated by
This stillness, the serenity, the quietness.
I have found that 3 AM is the best time for thinking.
I am alone, in my thoughts, in my consciousness.
Nobody else is awake; the streets are barren,
Except for the dull, amber light of old street lamps
That guide me through silent neighborhoods
Filled with sleeping people who are missing
The best and most enticing hour of the day.
Anything can happen at 3 AM because
It is this time in which the monstrosity
Of my true self awakens.
And my heart, mind, and hands
Become those of a darker, but wiser soul.
My mind becomes a darker
And more dangerous place.
It wanders to moments from years ago
That I am so desperate to forget.
It hums to life with raw
Thoughts, ideas, and plans
That are nothing less than extraordinary.
Because the allure of 3 AM awakens
My darker, but wiser soul that sleeps during the day.
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The Chaos
PoetryWelcome to the chaos of my mind. A collection of original poems by me. "A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language." -W.H. Auden "That was her gift, she filled you with words you didn't k...
