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As the clock strikes 4am I am left with an empty pit in my stomach just for knowing. Knowing that when I go to sleep I will wake up in the same situation. Knowing that I will be alone with noone at my side.
As the clock strikes 5am I am pondering the depths of religion trying to figure out the meaning of faith and fate.I am questioning the laws of gravity and equating the rules of physics.
As the clock strikes 6am my mind is a basket of useless facts and trivial problems.
As the clock strikes 7 am I finally fall asleep, drifting off into a pleasant slumber. As I rest I am consumed again by my fears and mistake.
When will this ever end?
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Anonymousabout 19 years agois mentioned in the new poems reviews, found on the poetry discussion message board.
~D.A.
