Chime

My bed lamp was my only companion, as I sat in anticipation

The day transformed into the silent night

The hours ticked by and darkness crept in place of daylight

As I was the only one not asleep, desperately scrolling through tweets by tweeps

But the minutes trickled by like water in a creek

With the passage of time feeling ever so bleak

Like a worshipper waiting at a shrine, rereading the scriptures, I waited for that sweet chime

The gushing oasis in a desert of dilating time

But all I could hear was silence so trite

Alas, I knew what was in store — yet another empty night

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