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.