Pocketwatch At My Nightstand Poem by Joseph Wraithbone

I only hear the sound of one clock ticking in the midnight.
Tick, tick, tick...
Over and over again.
Listening, in the darkness, to the sound of my life fading away.
Tick, tick, tick...
Knowing I'll never relive those moments again.
My eyes grow weary but I cannot sleep.
Tick, tick, tick...
I want to embrace sleep but it eludes me.

Now my thoughts are whirling inside my head.
Tick, tick, tick...
I am tortured by this loneliness all through the night
I lay back and ponder, while my mind wanders away.
Tick, tick, tick
Wanders away into the deep darkness underneath the surface...
Tick, tick, tick
Why am I haunted by sleeplessness so?