4 AM

4 AM

A Poem by E.J. Waling

4 AM
Tough time.
Dark time.
Ghost
haunting.
Haunting
the recesses
the private
places.
Places
where
thoughts
are born.
Mistakes
magnified,
circling
overhead.
Regrets
gnawing.
Gnawing
at the
soul.
The silent
time.
Morphing
futures
spinning
around.
No escape.
Nothing
to distract.
Nowhere
to hide.
Blackness
envelopes.
Sunrise.
New day
dawns.
New hope,
fresh start.
Moving on,
till 4 AM
returns again.

© 2021 E.J. Waling


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Daily routine, the schedule of writer's life mostly circulates around those midnight hours that often end up with the beginning of morn - 4AM.

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E.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more..