Four Million Hours Till Tomorrow
I wipe the sweat,
From my brow,
And I wonder,
If I'll ever find out how,
To survive this night,
Endless time grinds
Ever more slowly,
It never unwinds,
I toss, I turn,
I put on the light,
Why, oh why,
Must I always fight?
All I want,
Is to end this night,
And welcome
The sun's glow
Oh, so bright
I shut off the light,
I face the wall,
I am getting desperate,
For me to fall,
Asleep, asleep,
Oh elusive sleep,
How you tease me,
Why does the time
So slowly creep?
Another pill?
More T.V,?
What is it about,
The night which
Tortures me?
Is it nerves?
Overactive brain?
The faceless morrow
That'll come again?
The sun rises
My lids do close,
I wonder why then,
Who in heaven knows?
So I have a clock
Inside of me
Broken down
Useless as can be,
Insomnia, you devil you,
You torture me,
You really do.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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