The Clock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Almost eleven
All good boys and girls sleep
I lay awake
Bored
Tired
Unable to sleep
Restless thoughts run thruohg my head
My dark room lit only by the illumination of my phone's screen
Tick
Tick
Tick
Thoughts turn dark
Tick
Tick
Tick
My mind races for happy thoughts and memories
It's no use
Tick
Tick
Tick the clock draws me in again
10:42 pm
Tick
Tick
Tick
It's to late
Tick
Tick
Tock
Copyright © Laycie Premoe | Year Posted 2018
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