IT'S 3AM AGAIN

I'm up from my slumber -

For plenty are my woes,

boundless is my sorrow,

My soul brim with tears,

And my heart with despair.

Should I lengthen in sleep,

And watch my life shatter in pieces?

Should I truck on with my pillow,

And have my existence cut aback?

I know of my dilemma;

How vast and wide it is.

But, who has got the formula,

A lasting solution in this can of worms.

This thought never leaves,

It paints me a purple life

In the Dreamland,

And besiege my daytime with darkness.

This thought - A blur to reality,

building castles in the air.

It's 3am Again,

And this misery brought me up again,

It sets me a cinema;

So in this darkness and solitude,

I could have a glimpse of tragedy,

A play of my own life!

©Fab_du_solvic