The clock is ticking,
The seconds are surpassing.
....7...8...9.......
Ten minutes gone like the last second,
The clicking of time silently beckons.
The room as dark as the sky,
But the sky is as full as the room will never be.
The next hour arrived like a soft breeze,
Then everything in vision was silence in dead space.
Sleep is as invisible as time,
But it's sure to commence any moment.
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Author:
Brycycle (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2018 12:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this ages ago when I couldn’t sleep. Not sure what to think of it.
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An ode to the feel of time when insomnia ticks vision away in the silence of night. Good read Bry. and thanks for the share of something to which I relate most nights.
Yes I agree. Thanks Fay.
That time when you cannot sleep goes so slowly.
Yes that is exactly what I felt ah.
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