3am

Impatience makes my skin crawl,
Waiting is not a strong point.
When I hear nothing I worry
And my anxiety builds
Wrapping around me like a straightjacket.
I worry that I am forgotten or ignored
My greatest fears
Yet a wish that needs explanation.
I'm able to spill my guts late at night
Like so many others
And I'll stay awake until 3am if I have to
To finish what was started.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

wow! For once, i thought it was my mind speaking these thoughts, and then i read your poem, absolutely amazing! I can feel this poem so much!! :D
great piece!!

keep writing :D

[t.m.]

Thank you! That means a lot. :)