Insomnia

Restless nights, dreadful nightmares, lovely tears
continue on as the days go by.
Time remains unknown for the eyes,
as if, frozen at midnight.

The clock hands tick continuously pass
the point of exhaustion, until it
reaches the peak of energy
given through every one thought

that flashes inside the mind and the heart
of the victim laying there alone.
The interrogation begins.
An hour or two passes

and the voice of the accused grows weaker.
Each tick or hour is meant to fool,
for it has only been seconds
since the questioning began.

The trial began at midnight, then the key
is once again given the answer
to solve the case by unlocking
the forgotten memories.

Verdict after verdict the case is closed.
The clock ticks as one with the victim
and the key unlocks the outcome:
The alarm suddenly rings—

interrupting the false dreams, for this is
yet another trick played by the key.
Whispering it silently laughs,
“Come play again tomorrow.”