The clock ticks three,
It makes me intrigue.
As to what this stinging silence could mean,
The time at night when the world sleeps.
The silence eats you up when it’s three am.
Your mind gets messed up when it’s three am.
You are vulnerable when it’s three am.
Making up stories in your head,
Having conversations that you’d never have.
Contemplating what life is,
Or what it may be down the road.
Thinking of what you’ve lost,
Who you’ve lost.
Loose your mind thinking,
Then give in,
Wear headphones and dance around in your room at three am.
At three am your mind plays tricks with you,
Going on an emotional roller-coaster.
Then ultimately hit your shoulder on the wall dancing in the dark,
Drop down on the floor and keep dancing.
When the pain dies you’d think about the pain in your heart,
At three am cry over your broken heart.
Get tired,
Eat a tub of ice cream,
Cry some more.
At three am productivity can thrive,
Try doing something creative.
If it turns out bad, cry a little more.
At three am you are vulnerable,
The silence eats you up.
Then it turns four and you give up.
Stare into the darkness and think about life,
Hoping you’d drift off to sleep.
At three am your head gets messed up.
But it’ll pass.
You’ll get a new day soon,
Sun will rise soon ending this stinging silence.
It’ll all be better soon,
It might come back tomorrow but it’ll go away as the sun rises giving you a bright day.

Aashna Vidyarthi