Wick's Urge

My minds wick is brightly burning
Silhouetted in darkness
With the clocks click-clock churning
It holds my eyes far too wide
Each blink reminiscent
Of drawn out impatient sighs
I'm waiting for the wick to run out
No fuel left over
Dead behind the clocks quiet shouts

But the crackle of fire
Makes my mind run
Making a simple minds want
Burn with the intensity of sun
To dyne this Urge
Not use this light's flame
Seems far too unnatural
A pleasure impossible to tame

My bed is close by me
And I know I should be within
But this flame still has words
It's desperate to spin

I can feel the flame dying
As the clock's clogs do brake
And soon I do know it
I'll be asleep for tomorrow sake

My mind is still clinging
To these active thoughts
As I try to snuff out the flame
No right solution is brought
I'll force my eyes shut
And make this verse the last
A greater effort focused on sleep
Maybe now dream's gates will let me pass.

Good night my dear dreamer
I guess I was wrong
My last verse wasn't the end
As my urge to write was too strong