Aunt's couch after a party

The clock ticks

Tick tock, tick tock.

Too loud to ignore

I wish it would stop

Slip off the nail

Perish from the drop.

Tick tock

This duvet is shite

The couch is too short

My neck's feeling tight

Can’t block out the light

Through the drapes from the street

No more can I bare the chill in my feet

Tick tock, tick tock it's persisting to mock

I need to silence that fucking clock

A weird cold glow that renders a sleep

Impossible

Time marches on and tocks turn to ticks

My mind’s playing tricks

Everything switched

The inevitable tick, now follows the tock

Impending, relentless.

Can’t be prevented.

I’m feeling demented.

utterly helpless.

Regret

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