Insomnia
The ticking of the clock
sounds out in the silence,
spreading awareness that time goes on.
Each tick,
each tock,
grates on my nerves
with a passion unfurled.
Stillness pens a solitary tune
deep into my being
and all I can hear is
the night deciding my fate.
A speck of dust has not moved
from its slumber on the wall,
though I’ve categorized its very existence
in the moonlight.
Each cricket outside my window
titters at my misery,
content to stay stationary
as the world passes them by.
Darkness, my companion
though never a solace,
seeks me out every evening
until light breaks through
and I’m out of the shadows again.
Copyright © Nicole Like | Year Posted 2020
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