Days bleed to night and I’m back in the fight at 6am.
Are we alone? We’re stuck on our own, at 6am.
The love we need, we won’t receive, until this ends.
So I’m back on my feet, ready to greet 6am.

When school stopped I finally got some rest.
But now the pandemic won’t stop, I’m feeling stressed.
The weight of emotion was never felt better than,
The restless sleep between nightfall and 6am.

Working for hours on end, I’m still met with 6am.
I try to fit it all in, but I’m feeling spent by 6am.
I awaken feeling dizzy, because I’m already busy.
When will this end?

My friends and I are losing touch.
As we lose each other, times get tough.
Our supports are giving out.
At 6am we end this bout.

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