Tick
Tock
Everything slows down
Hand of time
Move slowly
My face an endless frown
Tick
Tick
When will the dawn arrive
Seconds
Feel like hours
In to despair I dive
Thoughts
Images
Echo round my head
Toss
Turn
Can't get comfy in my bed
So I look to words
Written by you or me
As time moves on
To five from three
And the dawn
Can't come soon enough
But with so little sleep
I'll be grumpy
And gruff
But solace
Is impossible to find
What can release me
From this bind
Tick
Tock
January to December
Insomniac
Club
I'm a paid-up member
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