Ticking of the Clock

Tick tock. Tock tick.

The incessant ticking of the clock

Long minutes turned into long hours

Clicking like the turning of a lock

How long have I lain here

Waiting for sleep to come?

Listening to time shed like skin

I’d hate to tally up the sum

I’ve counted a million sheep

Drank endless glasses of warm milk

Said my prayers and laid upon my pillow

Its gentleness softer than silk

So why hasn’t sleep visited me?

Have I offended you, old friend?

Please don’t forsake me now!

Allow me to make amends.

2011 Moira G. Gallaga©