Poetry

3:00 a.m.

It’s 3:00 am and my mind is racing

A feeling of loss, so singular but encompassing

pretend I have a destination

Pretend I have an endgame

We live in a fast-paced world

Shorthand texts

Driving 5 miles over just to get there a minute faster

Always having a rush and never there for the ride

I feel restricted to a page

A word limit

deadlines looming so i resort to 

I scroll through media, an attempt at distraction

It’s 4:00 am and My mind is racing

The dog is at the door, barking

Overwhelmed, in over my head

Trying to stay afloat in this fast paced world

All you can do is wait in the water and dream of a time where you’ll be floating instead of sinking

My mind is racing

but I’m afraid to go to sleep, I’m scared to miss a beat

My eyelids are heavy, thoughts become weary

but I will stay up to hear the rooster crow

Listen to the background

Look for ambient noise but I get distracted

My mind is racing

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