Waking up

Waking up


A foot, a leg, someone walking

A lip, a mouth, someone talking

Fragments to my blurred vision impose

Their bold outlines, my eyes I close


A stir, a nose, someone breathing

A whirr, a cough, a chest heaving

Listless I turn and toss so cold

To signs beckoning, tales untold


A heave, a draught, someone waking

A scratch, a squeak , fingers raking

 Those fiendish weapons one can wield

Increasing pressure till you yield


A tap, a rap, someone drumming

Steady and slow, someone humming

Three devils, through my lids they peep

Goodbye forever sweet, sane sleep

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