The clock screams only at night,
tick, tick, tick, tick, 1:00 am.
Yawn, reach for the light, click.
The chain taps agents the glass,
ting, ting, ting.
Insomnia wilts slowly, until
paranoia seeps in. Did I lock
the door? Yes. No. Maybe?
Reach for the light, click.
The chain taps agents the glass,
ting, ting, ting. Crawl out of bed.
The footsteps echo through the hall,
boom, boom, boom, boom. Darkness,
feel the door. Locked.
Footsteps echo through the hall,
boom, boom, boom, boom. Climb
into bed, cover up.
Reach for the light, click.
The chain taps agents the glass,
ting, ting, ting.
The clock only screams at night,
tick, tick, tick, tick, 1:30 am.
Insomnia again wilts slowly,
until another rush of paranoia,
Are you sure the door is lock?
Deidre Grotbo
