2:47

Just a thing I wrote about my thoughts.

2:47am, 

I pray they wont come. 

But years of the same feelings. 

I'm on the run. 

From the strongest of emotions, 

The deepest of shocks. 

I'm waiting for the hit, 

Crashing into the rocks. 

3am is the time. 

Google Images, and try. 

"3am Thoughts, will light up your eyes. 

So why am I scared, of 2:47,

If 3am is danger, the hell straight from heaven. 

It isn't time, but it is on the way. 

It's the future I'm afraid of, the dark hides away. 

When 3am comes, the tears they will.

And the thoughts I've been avoiding, full force, ill feel them all. 

The future, anxieties, hopes and the dreams. 

They wreck my body, rip away at the seams.

Composure, is strongest,

In the light of the day. 

Loosing it, in the dark,

Is the safest of ways. 

So why stave off, 

I know it will come, 

Spend 13 minutes, 

In a life on the run. 

Control, I guess. 

Why do anything at all?

It's the only way in this world, 

We avoid feeling small. 

Author's Note

Thanks for reading :)

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Fear always pertains to the future, regret to the past. I would be so nice if we could just stay in the now.

[Scandal]

Loooove love loveee ❤❤❤ i really really enjoyed it so much