5 am Despair

There are
2 am disasters,
3 am fears
and 4 am secrets
but what of the 5 am despair?

What of that final hour of anguish before dawn breaks and you are forced to wear the same, tired, old mask again that leaves you feeling bitter and resentful?

What of those 5am minutes when each seems to pierce through your skin and remind you that you can no longer hide in the shadows of the dark?

What of the 5 am despair that makes you regret having to see the light of another day?

What of the pain that blinds you with an ache that prays for you to never awake again?

Oh, what of the 5am despair?