I’ve been feeling overwhelmed this week so I decided to post a poem instead of a writing.
I was awake at 04:00 with a lot of blog ideas and this is what happened…
4 AM Silence
1
The world lies breathless, tucked in tight,
But I remain; a flickering light.
No owls, no whispers, not a breeze,
Just thoughts that swarm like haunted bees,
Composing truths no sleep appease.
2
A choir of blogs hums in my brain,
Each stanza stitched with half-mad strain.
The silence begs me to rest, but no,
The muses mock me, lined in row,
Dripping ink where dreams should flow.
3
I do not scribble with a quill,
No candle wax, no window sill.
Just sterile Docs and sterile glow—
A glowing graveyard I now know,
Where restless minds are left to grow.
4
The bed, a tomb I fled too soon,
Abandoned for this spectral tune.
Each line I write, a subtle jest.
A joke at sleep’s expense, no rest,
But oh, the words, they do protest.
5
The quiet world would call this peace,
But I, its ghost, have no release.
Instead I pace the page again,
With metaphors I can’t contain;
Each one a cost, each one a gain.
6
And when the sky forgets it’s night,
And spills its pale and judging light,
I’ll close my tabs and wear my grin;
Another war I didn’t win,
But made it into art; that’s a win.
Mystic Anomanly 