5AM

5AM

It's 5 am and I'm robbed of my sleep, my mind is in turmoil. I hear voices that are ominous. Playing scenarios in my head how my life has taken a turn.

The days when your days are long and your nights are longer. Where you dread the sunrise so much so you hate the sunshine.

And pertubation is your final solace. You have a derealisation of thyself and fall into a quagmire of misconceptions wondering who said what to whom. And how it affected your sanity to this day.

Which lead to ignominuos reprive and humiliation. Too tired to go to your place work or take care of your off spring.

And you wish the night will take you to Valhalla as the Sandman pays his dues.

But you become more segaciuos in your doings that all is a learned experience and the grass is greener on the other side.

So you wake up and grind. To your own accord like a requime of your life. That you end being grateful for life itself only you can not anybody else.