4 Am
A mirror cracked,
a silence fell.
A heart divided,
a final death knell.
Gone
Lost in space
Emotions all spent
Such a waste
3 a.m.
still awake,
searching for fresh energy.
Accept the mistake.
4 a.m.
things are clear
Tomorrow's near dawning
the new day is here.
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