We lived in a small mining house
In a little town, where we finally
Settled from our travels through
The remote areas of Nevada.
Our house was nestled in a little
Valley all by itself, with only one
Road in and none out.
If cars came in, they had to turn
Around.
Many nights I spent laying awake
Waiting for my mother to come
Home after her jobs as a
Waitress, and her frequent visits
To the gambling halls.
It was very scary at night when
Cars would come, their lights
Reflecting on our windows,
Not knowing who they were.
When I was finally able to go to
Sleep, I had many dreams and
Nightmares.
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The clock on the mantle
Struck half past ten
The hour to retire for
Most women and men
I listened to the clock
Heard a knock on the door
I looked, no one was
There
Half past two still awake
With nothing to do
Half past four I fell asleep
Forgetting the mother I
Had expected to come
Through the door
A gust of wind blew
Through the window
Death came in with a
Shroud on his face
He came to take me
Not yet was my plea
I have much to do
Much to undo
Death agreed to let me
Stay
He gathered his cloak
About him and went
On his way!
I suddenly awoke
Knowing this was just a
Dream!
