Drumming Beat of the Third Line
The drumming beat of the third line
stubbed out
what the silence must mean
if hours before I was to blame.
.
Did you remember to make the appointment for the cat?
No, more silence.
.
Silence that slumbers into deep pillows
drowning out the day
the inconsistent ticking
the kitchen clock
what silence must mean to a person
with closed eyelids
who does not sleep.
Passive Architect 
One reply on “Drumming Beat of the Third Line”
I love the realistic feeling that comes from this poem.
Your writing style…it’s really relatable.
Insomnia described in such fine detail. I don’t know if that’s what you wrote it based upon, but I like it. It’s open to interpretation. That’s something my own writing will never quite have. I hint too much.
I love realism. Following for more. 🙂