Everyday, Like Clock Work

Every day. A daily occurrence, a daily ordeal. Like clockwork, But you held the dial. You held the amount of time, The time of what was always an eternity. You took everything that was once mine. The timing was always precise, Tick Tock, Every night you rolled the dice. Tick Tock. Perhaps house, Or a foam pillow fort, You were a louse, Who needed to be dragged into court. Your labored breath, I always prayed for my death. Tick Tock, It was like clock work. Every day. Just because my mother, was at work. Nothing against your own, She was truly the best, But she surely had known, The possibility of her son's arrest. But that never occurred, After all that I had endured.. Everyday like clock work, No matter baseball, basketball, or football, "Remember, always after homework." House was your favorite game, It was what you always suggested to play, Right after we picked our new name, It was always night, and never day. Tick, tock It never mattered how many times I would pray, Everyday like clock work, There I was forced to lay. Every single day. A bitter sweat, Something I can never forget. ...A work in progress...