3 Am

3 AM It is the time when the souls of the world are still When life is made and the angel of death kills All the stars shine in the sky and the moon gives the night light It is when my pen goes into my hand and my soul blooms at night The curse and the gift God gave to me to feel into words all in me To write the joy and pain that has burned inside me The twilight hour is over me Angels and demons sit on both sides of me Opening the wounds and scars of my life moving tears free Moving me back to life when it was good To become a man and mistakes that left me misunderstood The person people look at and see the outside of me Not the storms and waves thrashing the mind and soul inside me Love has battled to keep my soul good in the midst of evil times Wisdom has in taken my mind to overlook things now that waste my time God comes and listens to my soul leak its troubles and pains My prayers and my mind release, so much entwine and i write divine Lost sometimes because of life but I write out of my soul to find me to know him Blooming out my soul at 3AM S Qualls