3 am
as we lay in the black
and our minds tick over
a war rages
rushing waters and rusty ships
hulk wrecks and groaning fog horn
looming from the mist
your consciousness
that tortured place
behind closed eyes
at 3am tonight
this still
secret time of regrets and
ear ringing silence
tick tock
screaming
that 6am alarm so far away
and you know you'll be broken by then
and finally asleep
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