Lord R. E. Taylor Poet Free verse

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

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Poet Destroyer A March 26, 2010 at 6:25 PM it's hard to get a wink when she is on screen, like this poem

Carolyn Devonshire March 25, 2010 at 10:59 PM Rob, this is just how I feel on nights like this when I can't sleep. And I'm a big fan of Sandra Bullock -- always have been. One of my favorite actresses. Love, Carolyn