The Enemy From My Bed
From my bed I watch my enemy
As I pray for a mistake
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Yet they win inevitably
Their hands have no fingers
I may break.
They move with a steady, certain pace
Round and round the old clock''s face
Tick, tick, tick to bring the dawn
The muggy night makes sleep forlorn.
I dream of sleep until sleepless dreams are done.