4am

dream merges with room
i look at the clock
4am
fragments of dream
& this time
i’ve seen so many
provoked are
death
problems
past failures
i listen to the night
light breathing
the fan
heartbeat
no cars pass the window
no birds
no sun
this 4am, like many
i’m alone
desolate
the chill touches my face
every 4am
it's in my heart
i’d pull back that dream
i’d rather not have come here