August 2022
(my own words)
3 am thoughts cannot disguise the betrayal in penitent eyes.
Lies now rise to the surface, bubbling in a guilt-ridden cauldron of remorse, as tears form and then disperse salty rain.
3 am thoughts accentuate the pain of wicked deeds and the aftermath of events.
3 am thoughts play a lament of sorrow as we lie awake dreading tomorrow.
Amid the chaos of our minds, we may hope that morning does not arrive.
But we see the sun as it rises, and then we know we must face both our angst and demise.
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