ten o'clock
and i'm doubting.
doubting myself.
doubting you.

eleven o'clock
an hour has passed
and i'm still stuck
on how to write
this poem.

twelve o'clock
hopefully i'll be sleeping
instead of searching my ceiling
for constellations.
or tying to see the stars
in my city.

time
tic toc
any time o'clock
and i'm probably doubting.