If She Resists

And all the clocks ticked by
In time with each other
In the empty hours of the night
And time slipped silently away

To the wakeful insomniac
Confused in her head
The time ticked by
So much more loudly

Although in such familiar surroundings
A strange calm fell upon her
And settled her brain
As the heavy minutes landed

Panic free and open
She does little more than write
Sit and write
Knowing that time will still be there tomorrow

She owns these lifeless hours
She lives in the dark
Whether it be head or body
She lives in the dark

She is tired
She knows sleeping isn’t the way forward
If she resists, she’ll still be here tomorrow
If she resists, she’ll come out of this ok

In the end.

by Perfect Fool

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