restless legs spite tired eyes.
3am and wide awake with thoughts
like crashing cars.
absence and regret collide inside
this acid stomach,
where all the words i swallowed
dissolve and turn to bile.
now forced past this bitter smile
every lie and love and decomposing line
is flushed away.
too early and too late to be awake.
too cold to be outside.
too old to be alive.
too young to be the bearer of bad tidings.
3.17am - i toss and turn and shake and hope
the nightmares are no worse when i'm asleep.