Analogue ClockA Poem by QuinnSpoken poetry performed last night, the form works better spokenAnd there you are again, don’t even want to look at the
time, you know it’s late so you just lie there, listening to the clock in your
head Tick tick tick It’s all you can heart but its not all you can think, all
you can think about is all the mistakes you’ve made, all the problems you’ve
caused, all the people you’ve hurt Tick tick tick Echoing on and on in your mind as you try to fall asleep
but the ticking just goes on, and you give up. You sit up rub your hands
together, run them through your hair and try to feel something valid and all you
think is, what am I doing this for You lie back down and try to think of all the good things
in the world, anything to stop the relentless Tick tick tick And you think about the wonder in a childs eyes as they
tell their parents about the beauty of a new born chick and you laugh to
yourself because you know that kids from the middle of the city and has never
seen that but it’s enough, for a moment, but not for long Tick tick tick And you’re back lying there So you try again, something that inspires you like when
you come in over a city in a plane and you see the lights all the hopes, dream,
all the love and movement and you feel uplifted, for a moment Tick tick tick You’re back lying there and you can feel everything, too
hot, too cold, too loud, too quiet, too pressing you can’t find the right
position in your bed and you know, you know you can sleep there, you’ve slept
there before but you don’t know how, because everything is wrong and nothing is
right Tick tick tick So you think of one last thing, the hug of a good friend,
the warmth and you feel good til the clock reminds you, and you remember, you
can’t be there for them whether that’s because you’re 400 miles away or because
you’re not enough, and suddenly you’re back and that’s all you can think Tick tick tick And you know it’s all in your head, because you don’t own
an analogue clock © 2017 QuinnAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorQuinnGlasgow, United KingdomAboutSad AF. Dysfunctional AF. Queer AF. He/Him. Trans-guy. Bisexual. I am a first year university student in Glasgow who has been writing poetry since 2014 to varying levels of success. I also perf.. more..Writing
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