In bed of illness
Fed
On the remnants
Of hope
Hearing the footsteps
Coming close
Tiptoeing
On the slender rope
Of breaths
Awake, asleep
Between
The blankness
Of
A blurred consciousness
Aching bones
On a well-stuffed
Mattress, warm
From long hours
Of sleep
The dimming light
Of heart
A glare
On burning pupils.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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