A Staredown contest with the Clock

A Staredown Contest With The Clock.
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The Clock becomes a menace
when you can't take your eyes
off of it;..watching the slightest
hand ticking away the seconds of
another senseless day,...while
filled with  a rage so intense you
threaten to Break it's Face.

The ticking is so loud it enters
my head,..disrupting my heartbeat,...
as The Clock challenges me to another
unbeatable stare-down contest;...but
this time I'm in the lead by two seconds;
and two seconds (I think) could give
me an edge I never possessed before.

"Come on you useless Fuck!" (I scream.)
"Stop just this once For Me."

In spite of the Bastards Sneering
Mockery,..I force myself to calm
down and try again;...taking deep
breaths to collect my Racing Thoughts.
(afraid to blink.)

"How do you BEAT something at a
stare-down when it doesn't have eyes?"
(i ask myself.) Before a strange laughter
fills the room which I imagine could
only be That ever-present Enemy Time.
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I wake up in cold sweats,..my chest
heaving as it hungrily draws in airless
breath;..The ticking is still in my head,
but not as loud, or mimicking my heartbeat
as it did in my dream. (or nightmare if you
prefer.)

Then I look at the clock for a few seconds...
contemplating challenging it to another
Stare-down contest but change my mind;
"ah fuck it." I say to myself aloud. " No
one ever wins a stare-down  against an
opponent Without Eyes!"

(And besides...NO ONE Beats The
Enemy Time.)

J.Stephen.H