Nothing Good At 4 A.M.
Here’s a new poem:
It’s 4 in the morning
And I have too much on my mind to sleep
So I just creep in the shadows
Trying not to wake my friends sleep
Pondering and trying to free my mind
From these problems, like shackles, that bind
I tried to hide
But to no avail
Now the vail has lifted over my eyes
And this light has blinded
Keeping me awake at night
It hurts so bad I want to cry
But can’t even find that in me
I’m lost and confused
My mind is twisted as if on acid
I just want these feeling subdued
Like when I was 10
Because it was simpler then
All I needed was food and my friend
No need for women
And there was less confusion
But now this silent sin has seduced me
Struck me seemingly into seduction
So I can’t escape and lie awake
Worrying about the future
When I should be living for now
Loving the now
Not thinking of the how
And the countless other problems
Tomorrow brings
