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
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