What is there to do at 2 AM?
Awakened mind
But tired body that demands rest.
Categorically wading through
Life’s moments of distress.
Why is it never the good times?
And all you can do is drink them down
With a glass of tap water.
So with that, you’re back in bed,
Either too hot or too cold.
The blanket wrangles with
Your comfortability.
But after some time fighting
You lean back into your dreams.
Or maybe no dreams at all.
And when you open your eyes next,
The sun peaks through your window;
Burning up the past’s lingering tragedies
That bothered you at 2 AM.