Collection of strung on words

a poets 3am pain

I never once thought that one night I would be crying my eyes out,
Emptying my heart while
Choking on unspoken words and trying to lock out the memories.

I've became a prisoner in my own body.
Trapped in the past,
And forbidden to see into the future.

Most broken hearted poets write about these feelings of aching and unbearable pain, at 3am.
Like 3am, is when every
Broken hearted,
Lonely soul,
Poet
Morns.
But they never dare mention the ones who shatter at 9pm, or even 5am before work.
3am, midnight!
That is when the true poetic pain is felt!

But here at 9:59 pm, just a minute before 10pm eastern time,
I lay crying my eyes out,
Curling my fragile body into a ball,
And choking on my unspoken words.
For I have shattered, and now all I know is unbearable pain that the 3am poets write about.
But I guess it's not the same,
Although I'm tired, drained from emotion, and trapped in the past.

The time decides the pain you feel, I guess that's why they say
"Time will heal."