Poem 5
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: September 12, 2004

The floor
Is cold, hard but not supportive
My body
Is steadily shutting off

Above there is a ceiling
A blue sky
Deep space
And a universe that travels forever

But I forget this
When the floor is cold,
Hard, not supportive

Right now
I can only wish
For the beauty in poems
To be true