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©
