3 A.M

Laying in bed
Staring into darkness
Looking at nothing

A sliver of light comes through the window
The whisper of trees dancing in the wind can be heard

Exhaustion weighs heavy on my eyes
And yet they will not close
They are ever vigilant of the rising sun
Fearful of the unknown that the new day brings

The chatter of my conscience fills my head
Little by little it grows louder

The clock ticks
And I remain

Laying in bed
Staring into darkness
Looking at nothing

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