2 AM Hum
by lxvia
· 20/01/2026
Published 20/01/2026 15:24
The clock’s red gleam,
a number changing slow,
another wasted dream.
The fridge begins to hum
a low, unending theme.
Two AM. My eyes just trace
the faint light from the street,
a rectangle in this dark place.
No sleep, no peace, no sweet
release, just empty space.
My own breath,
a noisy thing.
Each tick, a small,
slow death.
The quiet starts to sting.