4 a.m.
Each prick of conscience
every mistake
present themselves to me
one by one
at 4 a.m.
When I should have stuck to my guns,
when I should have pulled out,
when I should have said something
and not been full of doubt.
Should I have written what I did
when online last night?
What kind of reply may it get?
And who will be in the right?
Turn over,
punch the pillow,
hope that sleep is nigh.
Try to capture
the tenuous threads
of a passing lullaby.
At this Godforsaken hour,
why do all my demons
come back to haunt me?
Lynn Dye
Mon 28th Mar 2016 20:30
Thank you Emer, glad you like it.