Exhausted and drained yet I cannot sleep

Please do not even suggest counting sheep

I promise, I did actually go to bed

But damn if I could turn off my blasted head

Beside me sound asleep was the one that I adore

It wasn’t helping me to listen to his deafing snores

I silently cursed and I tossed and I turned

and through it all my thoughts still churned

I  slowly became aware of a new dark fixation

I was plotting his death– by pillow suffocation

So back up and waiting for my eyes to feel droopy

No, not yet though I am getting loopy…..

Tick, Tock

Tick, Tock

The clock is digital so it does not make this sound

Tick, Tock

Tick, Tock

Yet still somehow the phantom noise in my head resounds

Tick, Tock

Tick, Tock

1 AM, 2 AM, suddenly its 4:00

Tick, Tock

Tick, Tock.



~Melanie  Blackwell

(written one morning after another sleepless night)

((and now it is 1:30 AM and I’m still wide awake!))


Filed under Poetry

6 responses to “Elusive

  1. You should have a word with your g.p. Sounds like a few sleeping tablets wouldn’t go amiss.

  2. nicely done – funny thing, since I retired 10 years ago, all my tick-tocks went silent

  3. mooggeek

    I always knew you’d one day write a poem about killing me. I’m so glad you let me live long enough to read it!

Your Words:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s