3 a.m
A tired intellect
A confused mind
A body worse for wear
A yearn for a distant longing
4 a.m
A heart beating a little too fast
An urgent rush of sensation
A memory of what should have been
A whimper unheard until then
5 a.m
A bustling of life just awaken
A cacophony of incoherence
A naivete gazing into nothingness
A stranger with the familiar scent
6 a.m
A tired intellect
A confused mind
A body worse for wear
And a devil strutting by with triumph
=TheUnintended=
20 April 2013
