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Shhh



Nothing good comes after 3 AM
The monsters are waiting just around that corner
I am losing already.
Great confusion over life goals
Nothing comes easily
The landscape where I once seamlessly stepped into
Now not really.
Hush! You are no more a little baby
A sad and helpless insomniac
Penning thoughts for solace in sleep
If only words can make you drowsy
Maybe I should do a push up
Or simply shut up my burning eyes
What about this constantly humming brain?
Maybe symptom of an everlasting pain
Make this stop please I beg
You can if you want to, says a voice from within
But isn’t that a case with everything?
The question of how might beat the question of when
And the collateral might defeat the win.

Shhh.  

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  1. If this can come after 3, what more good are you yearning for? Savour your words, they may not bring you sleep but they can bring a smile :)

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  2. I reckon anything that causes poetry can't be all bad!

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  3. 3am is a difficult time to be awake and think about life.. but that shh..and the poem..makes up for it a little i hope

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    1. I did start sleeping a week later. So something good did happen in hindsight I guess :)

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  4. This is so powerful! I like how you describe the inability to sleep especially at such a tender time as 3am. Especially like; "Penning thoughts for solace in sleep" ..beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating!

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  5. If I start writing I'm *definitely* up for the duration. Sigh.

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  6. "Shh" count sheep OR form your thoughts to poetry, luv it

    much love...

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  7. some people do their best work then! really good rendition of insomnia

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  8. I agree with Rosemary that anything that causes poetry can't be all bad. I know what it's like - I have trouble sleeping and am usually up and writing by 6 am, after struggling with monsters and shadows.

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  9. Oh, my yes. This captures the feeling perfectly.

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  10. Exactly... past 3AM it's useless.

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  11. I think the problem is the indecision between getting up and staying put then blaming whatever you do for being still awake! Been there so much.

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