Body on the bed burns with fever.
Morning seems brighter, yellowish;
sunlight soaks my dirt-shrunk shirt. A small page slips from a book,
written: "Take care of yourself."
Liquid gathers in the corners of the eyes.
That silent evening - "yes,"
a touch of her soft hand.
And tired legs roamed through a long day.
Two or three promises were counted
at day's end, the last rays of the sun faded.
Dusk creepily settles in dreamy eyes.
Thunder shudders my fragmented thoughts.
The curtain laps slothfully in a mild wind.
Raindrops drizzle, pattering outside -
fresh pink petals stare from the green lawn.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:45 AM UTC
Body on the bed burns with fever.
Morning seems brighter, yellowish;
sunlight soaks my dirt-shrunk shirt. A small page slips from a book,
written: "Take care of yourself."
Liquid gathers in the corners of the eyes.
That silent evening - "yes,"
a touch of her soft hand.
And tired legs roamed through a long day.
Two or three promises were counted
at day's end, the last rays of the sun faded.
Dusk creepily settles in dreamy eyes.
Thunder shudders my fragmented thoughts.
The curtain laps slothfully in a mild wind.
Raindrops drizzle, pattering outside -
fresh pink petals stare from the green lawn.
