Going through the day
with its sighs and murmurs
groans and grunts, I slip
into a semi conscious state.
I look as if I am drunk,
my drowsy eyes give out
the wobbling walk reveals
a mistaken stature.
God promise, we as children
used to scream in our days
like wise I swear I am not drunk
I have not seen a liquor bottle.
Yelling I sink. None to hold me
I tumble on the bed. The pillows
receive me with a hug. Holding them
I lose myself , am fast asleep.
A lovely embrace nurses me
back to normal. Where could it be from?
I wonder, it is from within, I know
the will to conquer resurrects me.
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