As I stretched beneath the rough sheets
Awake from the glimpses of impossible dreams
And then losing the will to break free
From the handcuffs of my painful sleep
Tears from last night all dried
On cheeks that had known the price
of holding onto weak threads for so long
Muted lips dried on a soft song
My rusted windows frame a part of sky
With the flurry of white soft clouds too high
Too low here in my hall,my memories spread
On carpets and couch, creaky and long dead
As I rise from the folds on my bed
In yesterday's mourning dress,all messed
Glad on the night's departure, I unrest
All the sadness to my old bed's left.