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it’s 5am now
and absence makes its way
into my bed
sinking emptiness and
all the emotions it accompanies
there is too much to feel
with this obstruct loneliness words are meaningless in this silence
and poetry is a betraying enemy
in the distant horizon it’s 5am now
I stare at the phone and its quietness
with the arrival of dawn
invading the room through the blinds be it 5, 6 or 7 even
there’s no difference
except the lingering bitter taste of alcohol
increases by the minute the heart too shrinks with each moment
summoning tears
but I’m not that weak
not as long as I still have beer on the way to the kitchen
I glance at the mirror
and wonder who I’ve become the view is foggy
the reflection deceiving …
am I still somewhere
underneath
this mess,
these layers upon layers
of death? silence echoes between walls
the way cheap perfume infuses the air hours become ghosts
dwelling in the twilight
of this vicious cycle it’s 5am always
time stands still in this void waiting
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