My 3 a.m. Thoughts

It’s 3 a.m.

Insomnia has knocked on my door

I let it in willingly

Because it’ll come in

Either way

So what’s the point

Of fighting it? 

It’s 3 a.m.

And my insomnia

Is pulling the sleep away

From my tired eyes

As if I don’t deserve to rest 

When there is insomnia

There are demons.

For that’s the time

When they are awake 

My demons have different faces

With different shapes. 

They don’t fail

To make me feel down

Or remind me of my worst moments. 

They sing different songs, 

Songs that fill my soul

With negativity 

It’s 3 a.m.

And minutes

Feel like hours

And I’m waiting

For the sun to rise,

For the light to push back

My demons into their holes.

But there’s no sunlight

In the presence of insomnia. 


I give up

Because life has already drained me

So what’s the point

Of fighting my demons

Who are with me

When there is no one else around 

Regardless of how

Negative they can be

But at least I have company. 

It’s past 3 a.m. now

And sleep seems to creep in.

My demons are done with me

And once nothing is left

They give me back to sleep.

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