Ticking of the clock

This damned ticking of clock! 

My torturer in these sleepless nights

Hammering away my walls from the inside. 

Walls which hold countless fiends within. 

Agony of the wounds I gave my peers

Regrets of the golden chances I missed

Insecurity and doubts- Will I even make it?

My worst fears - You know the Murphy's law? 

Embarrassment drowning me in shame

for all the times I made a fool out of myself 

"If only!", "If not!", "What if!" and whatnot

Then the dark feeling deep down somewhere, 

of some impending doom, for all I know. 

Even deeper lies the existential crisis

Asking- "Why? For What? Is it really worth it?"

My sweet saviour is nowhere to be found

O Madame Sleep! Do you hear this sound?

End my plight ! Pray fly me away with you.

To a place where I can save me from myself. 

Where fiends of night can not consume me. 

Just hurry up a little.  Do hasten that waddle. 

Save me from this savagery. Save these walls

I don't want to face these brutes 

And this cursed ticking of the clock.