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.
