Witching Hour

3:00 AM, the clock read
It’s a torment to be inside my head
Every single second passing is a war
I’m surprised I survived this far

It’s maddening to be on my mind
Silence and noise, never just one
Realization and frustration dancing back and forth each time
As dreams and hope are crushed on the ground

With all of my thoughts meant to kill one another
There’s no savior as each one is a killer
I have come to fear for my sanity,
Where in this war, its the most important casualty.

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