4am

Sitting here at 4am,

I am wide awake.

My head will split right open

and my thoughts will make me quake.

Shaking in no shoes,

Somehow triumphs over the blues.

My eyes are peeled open,

Causing quite commotion.

What's now happening in my head,

Will not allow me to go to bed.

Stomach begins to rumble.

Sleep is starting to crumble.

My brain is beginning to shatter

While pondering current matters.

It will leave a trace of splatter,

My soul suddenly tatters.

Gonna take a pill so I can sleep,

Maybe tomorrow

I won't have to weep.