February 19, 2010
The time goes by a snails pace

Taunting my tired brain

Tick, tock says the mocking clock
Chanting chronically

Can’t blame it
It’s just a piece of junk really
Nothing to get mad over

Still I can’t help but laugh deliriously
As I bash it repeatedly with my trusty hammer

Tick, tock, tick, tock
Says the dead clock
Leaving shivers down my spine

It’s dead isn’t it?
The big and little hand lie still
Yet tick, tock says the mocking clock
Chanting chronically

I whimper, I fidget, I scream
I run out the door
Run down the street
I keep running till I get run over
By an unsuspecting driver

As my body is hit and thrown like a rag doll
All I hear is the chanting of the dead clock
Repeatedly saying
Tick, tock, tick tock

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bkcrider92 said...
May 20, 2010 at 10:48 am
Wow this is great! I have insomnia too and i know how horrible it is but this made me smile! If you get a chance can you check out my poem Memories and comment and rate it? =D
ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 3, 2010 at 5:47 pm
This is nice.
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