Time, sand and sleep.

Sleep screams at me

each syllable is another lost minute;

Hour.

Shadowing the space above me,

neglecting,

taunting,

a cruel master I drag myself back to,

the whipped puppy,

tail between the legs.

Every

Minute

Ticks

Away.

Faster, faster,

Slowing, slower.

My eyes turn to sand,

each grain
falling when I blink,

in tune with the seconds slipping over me,

time dragging itself by.

The clock lies.