Out of breath

In the Name of Allah
…

Out of Breath

Living, living, living
It wears me out
This present continuous state
Of the act of staying alive.

Coz I get tired sometimes,
Breathless often
And I lose my appetite for life
Quite easily.

I have a tiny stomach
For which to be full
A spoonful of life
Is more than enough.

I would like to live in portions
With time to rest in between
Where there is no living.

And I thank God for sleep:
The closest thing to not-living.

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