4 AM

4 AM is where I hide
In the downcast lyrics of a forgettable ballad
In the faded blinds that barely keep out the light
Illuminates when the sun makes another visit
Here I lie
So lost in the errors of self that one is no longer aware
Of the origins of this singular emotion
The fan that rotates above
The despondence that had taken more than it will ever give
And now it gives in small amounts
In subtle variations
It gives but in versions I cannot understand
It finally breaks the surface in the lines that I bleed.

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