Tuesday Tunes (Poetry Through Music), #16, 2015

[Inspired by “Better Still” by St. South:]

Night.  Tap drips.  Clock ticks.

Night and her eyes are open, mind swirling

through events of today (tomorrow; yesterday).

The darkness pervades the room, breath

of fellow occupant whispers, tempting her

to sleep, but taunting her wakefulness, too.

Issues won’t be resolved in dormancy.

Hands mess hair in frustration; teeth chew lip.

Drop of water hitting basin every off-beat

of a second twitches her eye lid, corner of mouth.

Drip – twitch – drip – tick.  And the beat of the clock.

Percussive chorus of the night, ignored

by those in sleep; too loud for those awake.

Deafening drums of the nocturnal,

worsening the brain as the shadows close in.

Night.  Tap drips.  Clock ticks.

Night and her eyes are open, until the dawn.

[Copyright N R Nolan © 2015]