Alone In 3 Am.

Who woke me up at 3.00am?
Or is it by the haunted dream?
That morning was dark and lonely,
And sweat running down like a river,
And my heart was pumping fast and furious,
Shaking in worry- to whom? To what?
I do not know.

How I am suppose to sleep back now?
Or will I re-dream the same dream again?
The pillow has harden – squeezing my neck,
The blanket has refused to wrap around my body,
I am alone, on the bed, thinking about everything-
To whom I am afraid of? Or what I am scared of?
I do not know.

Why the room feel so odd?
What was the dream wanted me to foresee?
My eyes were paralysed, and so did my mind,
Alone at 3.00 am – I was sleepy and sleepless,
It was both a terrible night and a painful morning,
When did the sunlight come into my room?
I do not know.

by Ismim Putera

Comments (3)

I am alone, on the bed, thinking about everything- To whom I am afraid of? Or what I am scared of? I do not know. Experiences that come along the way. sometimes unexpectedly we are in fear or we rejoice.... brooding over and over and then we write about it...... thank u for this fine poem and its expressions. tony
The portrayal of a bad dream or a nightmare is so breathtaking that the reader like me is amazed beyond comprehension. The imagery promises to last for ages. Thanks.
The portrayal of a bad dream or a nightmare is so breathtaking that the reader like me is amazed beyond comprehension. The imagery promises to last for ages. Thanks.