I’m Doomed ~ A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

On nights like this
The clock is my enemy
Constantly reminding me
That I’m still awake
And still hurting
Sleep only comes
In short little bursts
Like lines of poetry
A few words here
Five minutes of sleep there
My mind goes into creative overload
A few words here, a few words there
Trying to match the rhythm of a poem
With the rhythm of the clock
It never works
The clock always wins
Always reminding me
That I’m still awake
And still in pain
So I remove the clock battery
No sound from the clock
Only the faucet dripping in the sink
I’m doomed

~The Tennessee Poet~
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