The 3am haikups of life

I’ve heard it said that even a troll looks beautiful to a drunk in a bar after 3 am.  

I wouldn’t know.  I’m a writer who can’t drink. To me, nothing looks beautiful at that time of night.

Gotta hand it to that lizard… tumblr.com

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At 3 am,

I’m staring into the abyss of a dark room, where

1 of 4 possible scenario’s are happening.

1

Fright grips my stomach.

I ask into the darkness

what did I forget?

2

Mulling over words;

what did I say yesterday

that gets me fired?

3

That song I hate plays

in a never-ending loop;

it’s a small, small world

4

A lizard rustles

in the woods a mile away

that dogs must bark at.

 

Some days, I just wish the HAIKUps of life would stop haunting my brain!