The Second Hand

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Tick. Tick.

The friendly sound of the clock

is the endless lullaby

of the night.

Tick. Tick.

What once was a melody

now sounds like bullets,

a loud piercing ring

to my sleepy mind.

Tick. Tick.

Time standing still

in a dream land cocoon.

Little girl

under Sandman’s spell.

Tick. Tick.

Seconds minutes

hours flying by.

Endless thoughts

fill my head.

Tick.

Tick.

Earth bound angel

curled under

her blanket of peace.

Breathless beauty

fast asleep.

Tick. Tick.

Endless maze

of swirling thoughts.

Sleep,

her age old foe,

sidekick to

the clock’s ever

Tick.

Tick.

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