The Ticking Clock

Insomnia strikes again

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Tock, tick
Tick, tock
How I hate the
Ticking clock

Does it tock,

Or does it tick?

How is one

Supposed to pick?

Does tick come first?

And tock come last?

So many questions
My mind does cast
Yet sleep I can’t
My dreams await
For all I see

Is a ticking fate.

Or a tocking fate,

If that’s a thing
Someone help
I want to scream.

Sleep evades
The sun will rise

But all I’ll feel

Is my twitching eyes
Tock, tick
Tick, tock
Oh how I hate
A ticking clock.