My Writing

3am Melancholy

the 3am melancholies
between the heavy and the light

where the soul is tired
the heart is crushed
and the mind lies in its own dust

darkness all around
no light in sight

the 3am melancholies
leave the soul unbound
the heart uncaged
and the mind is quiet

darkness all around
no light in sight

the 3am melancholies
where hope seem to die

darkness all around
no light in sight

the 3am melancholies
where hope survives to meet morning light

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