3 A.M

3 A.M

A Poem by alex

3 AM
the sad souls of the word are alive
reminiscing on 
the day
the month
the year

3 AM
alcoholics stare at the bottle
wondering whether
to drink 
to sip
to stop

3 AM
the broken hearted ponder
why me
why now
why ever

3 AM 
the suicidal stare at
the pills
the gun
the knife

4 AM
the sad souls cry louder
the alcoholics drink more
the broken hearted call their lovers
the suicidal finally let go

© 2013 alex


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I like the mathematical structure of this. You've caught the mood of that low point of the night well.
Well done!
Alan
You might like to read my story 'The letter'.


Posted 7 Years Ago


Powerful image.......I am up at 3am often.....though mostly for positive reasons.....a surge of creativity.....but I have experienced what you describe above, and you did that so well.

Read an interesting note about alcoholics......if one is able to drink 4-5 drinks without it really influencing one that much, then that is a sign of a borderline alcoholic - once the refrain of "just-one-more" rings in one's head, it is a warning sign.......at least I listened in time.....:)

Posted 8 Years Ago


an interesting poem, its a look into the lives of the hurting, very straight forward and to the point, good work. and keep it up my fellow writer.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Amazing work.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on May 5, 2013
Last Updated on May 5, 2013
Tags: alcoholic, sad, souls, broken, suicidal

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alex
alex

Nashville, TN



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A Poem by alex