The clock

by joetwo

Tick Tock!

The constant click of hands keeping time

Each metallic clank eating into my skull

Trying to force open eyes sealed in hope


Tick Tock!

Never ending, it seems to get louder the more I try to ignore it

The artificial sound an anomaly in this witching hour quiet

A presence usually ignored now centre stage


Tick Tock!

I endeavour to take another look

Perhaps I still have time, time to get a nights sleep

The face says no, hands moving inexorably towards the morning


Tick Tock

I try to let it flow through me

Erase it from my mind, doze a little perhaps

But a pale light from the window, suns return, says no, too late