Poem -

One o'clock in the am

One o'clock in the am

It's one o'clock in the am
And I am looking out the window
Listening to the rain beating down
I am sitting in the darkness
Remembering memories that haunt me
Saddened by the fact that your not around
And tears stain my cheeks
As I gaze at the bright moon
And I feel so lost and so alone
I feel everyone's deserted me
And there's no one to help me breathe
As I drown in a wave of misery
It's one o'clock in the am
I feel the touch of real despair
I've never felt as lonely as I do now
I need a friend to help me
I am in so much need of healing
Where are these people in our hour of need
It's one o'clock in the am
I feel my life is slipping away
As I watch the rain
Beating down on my window pain
I think dark thoughts and picture them
And one if this could be the end
Alone at one o'clock in the am
But then I remind my self
A new days going to dawn again
And there's always a chance that love may change
But I know now how so many
End up feeling so sad and empty
That they never hold on until the morning
Or can see it brings hope when the new day is dawning
Because it is such a lonely time
And the pain and memories resonate in your mind
When all is quiet when it one o'clock am and you are mourning
The remanents of your life and your love.
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