Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Footsteps


I rise up and rush down
To my sheer surprise I see
Nothing has been broken
Still I hear a sound of cracking.

Being dog tired and bog down
I lay down hard myself
Still and motionless
Yet to my great surprise
I can see the red flames
With all my closed eyes.

I jerk to empty my head
And closed all the doors to forget
Yet to my sheer surprise
I sense in my sound sleep
Some ones footsteps.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 26, 2013

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