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.