Poetry of Stuart Gray

3am

Sleep evades me
An elusive thief
Slippery as an eel
or willow the wisp
Replacing sleep 
A mind racing
Memories 
Tumbling
Unstoppable
Some 
Unwanted
confronting me
Like an angry mob.
Demanding
my attention.
Accusing
Shaming
Clawing at me
Nowhere to hide
Naked I stand
before Judge
and Jury
Begging for respite,
Silence and Slumber.
to no avail.
The clock replaying
3am over and over
Laughs at me
with every tic 
toc booming.
Punctuating the silence
Why's run riot.
Joined by what ifs 
In a crazy drunken dance.
Whirling away
Manically
Truth like time
is inescapable
At 3 am.
Even if I can't 
Look it in the eye,
It hangs there.
Unspoken.
Enveloping me
In pain.
Noise comes riding 
Over the hill.
Distracting,
Loosening my grip
I drift into oblivion.
Screaming into my abyss
comes the alarm.
Capturing 
my senses,
Throwing them 
into mornings 
cold embrace
Dragging me forward into a new day
.