Five AM

by Thomas K. Hunt

Sleep eludes me
Again I see five am
The days just use me
I am what they want me to be
A prisoner of circumstance
On the other side of my mind
On the other side of time
looking back at wasted space
Counting the wrinkles on my face
I've been where the wind blows
I've seen where this road goes
You only know your time
It's only in your mind


Posted on 10/23/2016
Copyright © 2021 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/26/16 at 03:39 PM

A fine stream of sleep-deprived consciousness. I love "the days just use me" and "looking back at wasted space."

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