Blind in Bed

Soft eyes, and still face grows blindness,
Your gloom besets when shut are the eyes.
Blind beauty promises unique changes always enormous,
The sleep is a song of the void, the lies.
My room sinks into boredom when he arrives,
He is a good doctor, wonderful and fit to be severe,
When he arrives medicine has come that deprives,
But it helps us with archives, and it makes us adhere.
The key of the doctor is near the bed of another man,
I cannot reach the different person, he is a sanity.
May God deliver his help to me when He can,
Like a doctor or a nurse of Christianity.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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