Turning The Clock Back Poem by Phil Soar

'You'll lose an hours sleep tonight', she said
and then she smacked me hard across the head
'you'll lose a few hours more you piece of crap'
As she laid another blow that made a crack
She left me lying on the floor, and then
She turned the clock back one more hour again
thinking that authorities would find me dead
she left another blow across my head
the time, for me, drew slowly to a close
as blood began to pour out of my nose
the minutes and the seconds shaped my fate
I tried to reach the phone, but much to late
they found me in the early morning light
with the clock insisting it was dead of night