Awake at 1am
There’s still hope for getting out of this mess
Things not said or done-we recall.
Awake at 2am
There’s no getting out of these insomniac tendencies
Warmth of human embrace-we miss.
Awake at 3am
There’s a certain hour for sad songs and now it is
Coherence in this Chaos-we crave.
Awake at 4am
There’s unrequited love and there are unanswered texts
Some self control today-we say.
Awake at 5am
There’s an hour before dawn and some respite
A new day looms before us-we hide.