4 A.M.

I lay awake at the dead of the night,

a time when the lovers lay asleep,

but the heartbroken reminisce their past lovers.

when the travellers are consumed by wanderlust,

dreaming of their next destination.

but 4 am isn't for the lovers or the dreamers.

it is for the lonely and weary.

it is for the unknown poets,

spilling out their feelings on ruffled pages.

it is for the ones, that desire love.

it is for the hardworking,

struggling to finish their final deeds.

it is the time for reminiscence,

to remember those last few happy moments.

it is for those,

who brood about being unable to grasp someone who is ethereal.

it is for the depressed, constantly slitting their wrists to relieve themselves from unending stress.

4 am isn't for everyone.

it is only for those who are truly broken,

and cannot fit into the quintessential clique.

The writer is a grade 7 student of Sunbeams School.