Last Night
3:54, 3:55
The glowing clock is mocking.
Its digital display deceives –
No ticking and no tocking.
Yet seconds march along while thoughts
Unpleasantly come flocking,
My tired mind incapable
Of a triumphant blocking.
Insomnia, from what I’ve heard,
Is really not too shocking,
But how I dread those nights when it
Maliciously comes knocking.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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