4am It’s 4am again,I wish my mind would rest.My worries replayed, amplified, on repeat,our brains remember things, you see.Pausing and replaying my worst days,a highlight reel of mistakes I’ve made. Read More Molly Arabella KirkPoetry EnigmaFebruary 12, 2022poetry, longing, student poetry, 4am, night poetryComment
