Insomniac

It's Two A.M and all I can do is stare at the clock envisioning the mechanism inside the inner workings of time tick tock tick tock hearing nothing but my breathing and the clock only reminding me I'm still awake I toss and I turn but am drawn back to the clock it's 2:05... what feels like an eternity has passed vast darkness envelopes my asylum like drapping lace I can see through various spaces at least I think I can my mind is running amuck perhaps it's all my imagination I see mysef hanging from the minute hand expressing my need for incessant rest with every passing minute my thoughts become more ambiguous and elusive my eyes burn with fatigue my stomach nauseated from my apathy I am so exhausted I begin to weep not sobbing though for I don't have the strength meek tears trail from the corners of my eyes down my cheek and onto my pillow again reminding me that I am still awake as my eyes grow heavier and heavier and sleep seems inescapable once more I am compelled to admire the clock it has witnessed my night of torment my twilight of suffering and anguish yet never left my side the time has passed and sleep now impossible for it is time to rise and weak and wearily live another day