Four A.M.

Four A.M.

A Poem by AliceSon13
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Inspired by dreams and inspired by pain. Inspired by the song I listen to.That I know no one will hear out for display. I write the same story, I write the same play, but you'll be sorry when I'm gone

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Walk down that street with me,

After all it looks very dark.

That alley way looks more comforting.

It's only four o'clock

But not the four that children know

The one that the souls know.

The demons, the dream eaters, the horrorful few.

Four A.M. and it's a nightmare

Trying to find the place I belong

I guess I just wasn't built for this puzzle

That my mind so seems to know

I don't fit in anywhere

Even now that's hard to hold

I don't fit in a size 10

and I don't fit in his arms

I don't fit into a working society

and I don't know where to go on

What to go to and what to be

How to live

Who is Me?

 

 

© 2010 AliceSon13


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AliceSon13
do what you want, say what you will.

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You say you like it but do you really?

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'll say I like it--clever and creative :) well done

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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