tock follows tick and tick follows tock...

Tock follows tick, And tick follows tock,
Just like the sound of an old grandfather clock.
That incessant sound, When trying to sleep you just want to hide,
Backwards and forwards,
Side to side, Ticking,
Dripping,
Whizzing and whiring,
Sounds in the night,
Keeping us up in the twilight.
Tossing and turning. For some,
Like me,
That tick follows tock,
Follows tock then tick,
Keeps me awake,
It worries me sick...
I hate to sound low or down,
Not even trying to sound pessimistic. But what if tomorrow I don’t wake,
With no ticking or tocking,
Never again to see a Christmas stocking,
as my boys open them with joy,
as my body will be rotting.
Just been dealt a blow,
The most recent of many,
Telling me my cancer may have grown,
2 years up and only now I’m shown,
Fuming,
Not backing down,
Want some retribution though,
Not a slap on the wrists,
but made an example of,
To other drs to show..
When will my suffering end with these Incompetent fools, I’m sure that’s not the way taught at their doctoring schools,
A second opinion really isn’t that hard,
So why was I not given one,
Oh yeah,
My joker card....