Ahhh finally. I’m in bed and all my work is done and I’ve said goodnight to everyone. Time to sleep. Or so I think. I think? I thought?
I lay // in Dismay
Like the // tell-tale heart I can’t// even sleep
Echoes// through the room I start // close my eyes
I can// hear it loud Then I // hear a beat
Anytime // air is still I try // to ignore
I hear// ticking clocks Messes// with my thoughts
I hear// tick pause tock
I wrote this poem as I sat on my bed trying to find inspiration for a blog post. I became suddenly very aware of the ticking of the clock in my room. Then I couldn’t just ignore it. It reached a point where I was pretty certain that the clock was plugged into some speakers and blasting to torture me for information. It all seemed very tell-tale heart ish, minus the chopping someone into pieces then putting them into my floorboards part.