What is this ticking in my head?
An inner clock controls my mind
I am it’s slave, It gives no rest
Until my thoughts are poured ashore
Tired eyes longing to sleep
Dare not shut their sombre flaps
Tick tock tick tock so loud it sounds
This ticking noise still in my head
No choice have I, It’s prisoner I be
To sleep is out No chance of that
I have to write to calm my brain
Tis freedom’s sake, I grab my pen
Each stroke unwinds the clock within
White sheets of paper now fully filled
Not so loud I am almost done
Calm down calm down you noisy clock
Tired hands, writer’s friend
Sleepy eyes it’s close ally
Seem to say to my aching back
Lie down and rest, the clock permits.
Tis morning now but steal a few
Pretend it’s night and sleep awhile
Before the writer’s clock awakes anew
Tick tocking tick tocking for a whole new day.