Poem 21 – It’s 3am

It’s 3am
31 March 2014

The worlds seems awfully peaceful at this time
Even the criminals are sleeping
Except I hear the buzzing
Of annoying mosquitoes

I feel the throbbing of the blister
On my foot
I hear the voices of my thoughts
Asking for attention in my mind

I wonder in this time
Tapping away on this keyboard
Letting words come and go
Will I grow?

poem 21

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