Living by The Clock

Two in the morning
Staring blankly
Running down
MY cheek
Tear.

Six in the morning
Books half-revised
Alarm rings
Hidden
Fear.

Ten in the morning
A lone wolf cries
Crowded room
None could
Hear.

Two in the noontime
Counterfeit smiles
Regardless
Foe or
Peer.

Ten in the evening
Endless writing
The Way Out
Hardly
Near.

Two in the morning
Another day
Every hour
Day, week
Year.

Soon, the cuckoo would chirp thirteen,
Time would be free in my dreams.
All around, boundaries fall
Through a black tunnel
Once again found
A glimmer
Long lost
Hope.

******* This is supposed to be center aligned, so that it looks like a ticking hand
on a clock, adding more to the shape poem element. Oh, anyhows.
-- Douz.