Three thirty isn’t so bad
When there is someone next to you
Someone that cares
Or, at least asks… Why you are up?
Are you ok?
Or… Do you need anything.
Three thirty isn’t for the faint of heart.
It’s the time of day when things happen.
Doors get pried open…
You are suddenly awakened by a noise.
A creak… or something out of the ordinary.
In the distance I hear a dog
Barking…
Probably waking others.
Good. At least I’m not the only one.
I light a cigarette…
I watch the tip glowing
Mesmerized by the red fire
Consuming the leaves rolled in this tiny stick.
In peering out the window
I see the dim light from the bar down the street
I hear faint sounds of laughter
The bar is closing…
Drunken laughter of happy people.
Shit… who the hell can be happy at this hour…
I laugh to myself… Drunks… that’s who.
I wish I could be happy.
But it’s three thirty in the morning…
Are they really happy?
Or, just too drunk to know.
Stupid bastards… they should be home
Sleeping, making love…
Watching a late-night show and embracing life.
But… It’s three thirty in the morning…
I’m wide awake
But, what the hell do I know.
Antony king 2018
About the Creator
Antony King
Antony King, a published poet from Eastern Kentucky. His work can be found in SpillWords, Rye Whiskey Review, and piker press to name a few. His books are available at B&N.com and Amazon.com
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