The Clock

The clock hangs on the wall An inanimate object Yet it torments me Ticking loudly Its heartbeat rings in my ears It knows I am waiting I have been waiting all day Second by second it passes Teasing me I wait The ticking makes my head pound Closing my eyes The noise gets louder as I wait Suddenly it stops Pressing a button the TV comes on A familiar songs plays My favorite song comes on My favorite show comes on And I relax At least for an hour And then there’s another wait Waiting for the movie that starts at midnight The ticking will start again But through the pain and frustration I know I will make it I will see the movie And Sandra Bullock will make me forget that damn clock At least for two hours