Author S. K. Nicholas

x and i: a novel

a journal for damned lovers vol 1-3

four in the morning

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it’s four in the morning

and could be i’m drunk and gone to the world

but i don’t think booze is the reason i’m

coming apart at all

no, it’s something to do with these bones of mine

and how they don’t belong

not anchored nor attached to anything

or anyone

i exist in my own state

in a place that’s far from

those that would have me become the same

it’s four in the morning

and i’m a drunk that’s lost a bet with life

but i’m not sad

just bummed out that before i know

it

it will happen all over again

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25 responses to “four in the morning”

  1. I adore four-in-the-morning poetry. They are always raw and just perfect… and yours did not disappoint… but then, yours never do, do they?

    1. That’s ever so kind of you to say. Those lonesome moments where your back’s against the wall are so often the most beautiful x

  2. I really felt this poetry SK. Excellent. 😊x

    1. I’m glad you have been, too πŸ™‚

      1. Far too often as I recall!

  3. “no, it’s something to do with these bones of mine

    and how they don’t belong

    not anchored nor attached to anything

    or anyone…”

    This really touched me, not only because I’ve felt this way many times, but because I consider you a friend and me and my heart feel for you. ❀

    1. That’s very kind of you, Allane. Thank you.
      It touches me that you’ve felt this way too ❀

      1. Too many times, it seems. x

  4. I don’t know what it is with four in the morning. In such times as you describe, I remember hearing these vans that collect the garbage and I knew I had been up drinking alone until four in the morning. A Russian poet whose name I can’t remember now also wrote about being in the same state at four in the morning.
    Need I say I loved your poem?

    1. For me, that time is a mixture of different feelings. To watch the world wake up is a beautiful feeling, and yet feeling as though it’s a world you don’t belong to- slightly less so.
      So pleased it touched you in such a way, though x

  5. Reblogged this on My Screaming Twenties and commented:
    Whenever S. K. Nicholas writes poetry, it is always damn good πŸ’›

    1. Thank you ever so much, K πŸ’›

      1. My pleasure ☺️

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