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.