*the poem was titled as such based on the time I wrote it. 3 am, nothing to do, something happened, jumped out of bed, grabbed a pen and paper and I wrote. Forgive the lack of proper thought process since well…….it was 3 am.*
Time, no longer aware,
Waiting, just waiting, without care,
Upon these ashen walls I stare.
Crushed and pounded to the very bone,
Empty, cold, frightfully alone.
What more damage can be done?
How much further must I be shunned?
I beg of you, grab your gun,
Before I yell out and run.
Open me up and rip it out,
Evil laughter mask a shout,
Feel it beating in your palm,
Pull the trigger and all is calm.