Fever,
When my lazy fingers
Sleep beside my thoughts
Fever,
When my barely open eyes
Fail to read more than a word
Fever,
When my curtains stay
Punctuated in a chronological order
Fever,
When my room looks
Dazed by numbness
Fever,
When my broken voice
Speaks to narrate my inertia
Fever,
When a nauseating pain overflows
Defeating my conscious urge
Fever,
When sleep comes down too often
Slowly building me for tomorrow
Reminds me of what Coleridge would have done in his opium-induced state
ReplyDeletedozin of to sleep, but definitely writin one or two sentences before the act :P
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