Oppression Minuscule

A work inspired by a clock

Timidly ticking, it sits menacingly
Every moment passed, the silence molested
My every nerve and patience – tested
Possibly punishment for all the “wait a minute”s and “just a second”s
And in the dark, it beckons
Calling out like a child long forgotten
The silence a noose, the wood of the gallows is rotten
A steady pulse, deafening in this quiet room
As the music fades from the speakers, it becomes more apparent
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Taunting me, of sleep that takes too long to arrive
While I lay in bed, and the small clock continues:
Tick. Tick. Tick.