3am…

Slipping sand at 3am
The clock unwinds
resets.

Shifting and turning at 3am
Running around
Barefooted
Soul unhinged.

Slipping memories
Stolen dreams
All start to unravel at 3am.

Sleep upon me
Washing over like waves
Mustering courage just at
3 am.

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