
The Grandfather Clock in my Living Room
At two a.m. the world is quiet
engulfed in darkness
thick with worry
waiting for the clock
...
to
...
tick
...
time moves s l o w e r
-
the seconds c r a w l
-
listening for any sound
the weight of sleep
h
a
n
g
s
round my neck
pull
-ing on my heavy eyes
dreams are calling
but they
must
wait
Don't you see how others flock to you?
The clock chimes thrice
.
.
.
I finally e x h a l e
let the silence
s
w
a
l
l
o
w
me
surrender now
in the darkness
sleep is waiting
upon my tear-stained pillowcase
dreams of y e s t e r y e a r
p
u
l
l
me into worlds
where worry wanes
until tomorrow
...
for now we're all fast asleep
...
and safe.
About the Creator
A. J. Schoenfeld
I only write about the real world. But if you look close enough, you'll see there's magic hiding in plain sight everywhere.



Comments (4)
I've felt like this on many nights! By the end of it, I wanted to go to sleep lol!
Such a comforting piece, AJ <3
This felt very comforting by the end but yeah, I can relate to most of this. Especially on those nights sleep seems determined to hide away. Such great writing as always sis.
This poem is like a lullaby 😴