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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