The Alarm Clock and the Sound

Bsd

In a cold room that exists solely within the confines of my

         pretty  little head,

this alarm clock is a weight upon the dresser by my

        cozy little bed,

and it ticks

        (tick tick tick)

and this melancholy quiet sound 

                    echoes.

        On a morning that didn't happen, or may have happened, or always happens,

            I lie on my back with my eyes closed,

                           lonely gray light filters through the shades

                        this alarm clock makes its harshly quiet sound

                                      (tick tick tick)

                              and as I drift back into a drugging sleep,

                                            it fades

                                          away.

It's a warm night,

     heat 

blankets every surface

in this solitary room of my imagining

I drop the alarm clock. 

It bounces,

damaged,

but there it is -

still making its jarring quiet sound

                                                                        (tick tick tick)

                         I am exhausted.

                           of all hope.

                           of making

                                   it

                                 stop.