(The Scream by Edvard Munch)

Fell into darkness far too quickly.
Sat upright the space was blurry.
Either side failed to complete it's lullaby.
A simple wish was too hard to comply.
Ticking so normally away, this timepiece.
Outside were no more than swaying trees.
Pondering deeply into the veins of the vague.
Instead of sheeps, the counted were all's mistake.
At the point of attainment by the break of dawn.
Ambiguity remained as it has always been prolonged.