[Poem] Imbalance

In the dead night's silence
the clock clucks its tongue
As I toss in bed,
I think of the hours
that went by in seconds

My Time divided
amid Prodigal Sons
Mindless Endeavour
Pointless Exercise
Restless Sleep

Lost
In Sisyphean chores
I mourn
The beleaguered paths traversed

I yearn the 
flashes of creativity
that last for all of a second
like a drop of rain that falls from above
only to be lost in the murk

In imbalance hangs life
the scales tipped
the pen dips once more
into dark inky depths
casts about for a pearl
To birth...