4am thoughts


Laying down staring quietly at the ceiling 

My blank head filled with so many uncertainties. 

Soo much to write with no urge, 

soo many questions blurs my thoughts

She seems disinterested in life and all its woes

Will the future she sees in her dreams ever happen?

She asks no one in particular 

Will the anxiety in her heart ever be quenched?

Someone has to answer to her curiosity 

The heavens must think her inquisitive 

The thrill of the unknown plunges 

her with ferocity 

 power of the unknown keeps hunting her fears

This and many unanswered questions probe my heart actively at four am .


4am thoughts by Marty


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