tick tock tick tock
one a clock, two a clock, three a clock ...
tick tock ticking
dark circle under my eyes
look like a ghost
sleeplessness again tonite
i cannot hide
white snow pillow and mattras
with soft blanket like silk
i am at a higher risk
so fatigue
I close my eyes
but my mind wander around
abandoned minds
depression might be the reason
but my heart is not broken
tick tock tick tock
four a clock, five a clock, six a clock ...
aarghh...
(by. tina minarni cusaybha)
