looking for helpful criticism on this short poem, thank you.
3 am
its 3 am and I'm still here
I've got to find a way out somehow
but its taking for ever
thought I'd be gone by now
I see things in the shadows
hear things in the air
but when I try to reach out
theres nobody there
nobody to guide me
or wait by my side
but I hear a voice in the silence
that wont let me subside
thought I'd be gone by now
but the end's nowhere near
sometimes an hour can seem like a lifetime
its 3 am and I'm still here
L.A.T.
2007-12-18
23:05:18
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