Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

My personal frustration with a clock in my room that makes a mockery of me, whilst I struggle with an incapability to reach sleep.

Tick-Tock, a ticking Clock,

Why in such sadistic spite

A yield you boldly baulk

To smite for another night?

Behind locked doors I rock

On a solitary wooden chair

Opposite a grandfather clock

Whose tick-tock I can’t bare.

For every tick holds ridicule

That torments dejected ear

With tocks, stark and cruel,

For just one alone to hear.

Tick, Abiding in dull agony,

Tock, carried out with apathy,

Tick, to mind losing vitality 

Tock, against firm monotony.