More Promptly Poetry PPC 5

Waiting For Five

The voice drones on in my ear.

I am attentive, at first.
The words are meaningful
but grow ever more hypnotic.
I become still,
fearful to dislodge the airpod.

My head, carefully positioned
upon the pillow -
that was perfectly shaped
until I shifted it slightly,
and now, refuses to conform.

Then, once again I wake.

The voice has gone
and I squint at the clock
It refuses to say five
and displays a time starting with two.
The wait for morning is agonizing.

I thrash until my shoulders stop aching
But my ribs tell me
this bed is made of stone
I think to start the lecture again
alas, the battery is lifeless.

I am left with only my own thoughts,
the hum of the box fan,
and hope in the clock.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" 

Prompt/Week # 46


Write about the feelings you experience or things you notice
while waiting for something.