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!))
You should have a word with your g.p. Sounds like a few sleeping tablets wouldn’t go amiss.
:0) indeed
nicely done – funny thing, since I retired 10 years ago, all my tick-tocks went silent
Lucky dog!
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!
Not about killing you love…just contemplating it. I’d never actually go through with it 🙂