IT IS FOUR IN THE MORNING
It is four in the morning again
I am awake
The darkness is closing
I had been dozing
Now it is four in the morning again.
I half remember dreams
Where you were alive
I want to return to them
But I have awoken, reality has spoken
It is four in the morning again
I could turn over
Pull duvet tight
Pretend a person is there
But the darkness is closing and far from dozing
It is four in the morning again
My heart will not settle
Should I put on the kettle
The comfort of hot tea and toast
I would rather lie restless and hope in the darkness
To see a faint shadow, a ghost
It is four in the morning again
* G W Colkitto says “I write prose and poetry. I have had short stories in the Ranfurly Review
and have published two poetry anthologies. I'm also a director of Read
Raw Ltd and we have a site through which we hope to promote creative
writing in Scotland.” www.readrawltd.co.uk
