A Dying Life Poem by Nosheen Irfan
A Dying Life
In bed of illness
Fed
On the remnants
Of hope
Hearing the footsteps
Coming close
Tiptoeing
On the slender rope
Of breaths
Awake, asleep
Between
The blankness
Of
A blurred consciousness
Aching bones
On a well-stuffed
Mattress, warm
From long hours
Of sleep
The dimming light
Of heart
A glare
On burning pupils.
Nosheen Irfan © 2016
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The dimming light Of heart A glare On burning pupils. Aging and its concerns. very well portrayed dear poetess. wonderful imagination to get into the mind of those who are suffering. thank you dear poetess. tony
A tragic poem and well written crafted with great simplicity and structure. Thanks!
Illness is not good, in fact, it's a terrible thing for anyone, but at times, just a little prayer with faith and hope in Christ is good enough to help. There is hope! Keep the faith! ! Thanks for sharing this poem, Nosheen!
The image of a person consumed by illness, totally bed ridden and shuttling between sleep and wakefulness, listening to the tip toeing of death is pictured in bare minimum words, but the effect is gripping! This slow surrender to death is something which we watch around us with a sense of sympathy and pain! Another wonderful poem. A 10
Fed on the remnants of hope seems to be endemic today, I know the feeling well. You have written another masterpiece Nosheen, it's so very touching to so many.
On the slender rope of breaths.... scintillating expression
You have painted illness as it really looks. We all fear not dearh this feeling and fear.
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12/4/2025 10:36:57 PM # 1.0.0
Illness is a curse and a reminder of good health how wasted in ignorance. Illness of body, mind, imagination etc..well covered in your poem.....Amusing.100+++