Kathleen (katydidadee) wrote in featherpens,

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2 AM

We had to write a poem using a model called '4 AM'. As ever, it's not my favorite, but Loraine and Bean liked it.

2 AM

The house beings to silence
Even the creaks have gone to sleep

It's the hour of ghosts and regrets
When slips of the tongue can break your back

It's no longer today
But tomorrow's distant footstep
Out of reach, out of sight

The searing limbo between love and hate
The leaden uncertaintly at your core

The hour when doubt begins to creep like a thieving rat
Taking tomorrow's dreams in knobby, choking claws

But you'll wake soon.

You'll see my light, the macabre glow of gold
and ask me back to bed

Let the hour pass, forever will be better.

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