Tap, Tap, Tap...

Everyday I sit here,
wondering when it will stop.
Tap, tap, tap...
Everyday it haunts me
with that solitary note:
Tap, tap, tap...
My fingers contract
but nothing relieves the binds.
It's driving me mad
that one single note
as I sit here in anguish
for the time to pass.
Stuck here to listen
to tap, tap, tap...

The End

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