3:02AM - 3:02AM | Penana

Login

Register

Please use Chrome or Firefox for better user experience!

Comments

Show more...

0

0

Prev

Next

Style

Expand

Menu

coins

Sponsor

Request update

Share

Report

#1

3:02AM

Harri

Jan 24, 2021

270

1 Min Read

x

Two past three in the morning,

The world shrouded in stillness.

I lean from my window, smoking a cigarette,

And look upon a brand new world.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0fJ5KWgorV

Mist curls across the landscape,

Like tendrils from a dream.

The ground below just wisps of smoke.

Coiling endlessly in every direction.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbIJzGRFkz7

And silence.

Pure and heavy.

Sound does not exist here.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbn7X9jWyq6

Trees stand hunched and crooked,

The silhouettes of spectres.

Leering out of endless dusk.

Occupants of this gloomy serenity.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrK54QRY8dO

Scattered stars pierce inky sky,

Little pinpricks of cosmic light.

But a crescent moon takes center stage,

Submerging all in eerie grey.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡezTzw1CJhk

And stillness.

Crisp and thorough.

Time does not exist here.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWdyq0Nh0VP

Perhaps it's time to go to bed,

And wake up from this world of dreams.

274Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3fDORoBXbp

~24/01/2021

ns3.149.253.148da2

0

coins

0 likes Suggest Edits

Be the first to like this issue!

You have reached the end of the story.

Tags

poetry poem

Have a friend who might like this story?

Click to share it now!

You may also like:

The Garage Corner

Valentine's Day 2021 (Romance of the Pandemic)

Small Talk: Covid Edition

Waterford Bus Station

The Radio Advert

Roots, Leaves And Blossom

A_Girl_Who_Wrote

Explore more stories

3:02AM

Bookmark!

Request update 0

Table of Contents