Drip follows drop as tick follows tock in my world of wakefulness

Every noise heightened, amplified vividly

Every wandering thought the most important you ever had

The air thick with stale sleepless breath choking the drowsiness

The walls loom expectantly around entombing your mattress of woe

Your quilt suffocates and smothers the sleep from the air

Encased in a crypt of unrest, every feeling begging thought

Every right was wrong and every wrong was a pitiful waste

The dripping rain forms the metronome of your being

Staccato and un-unified

But still as far as tick follows tock

You will still listen