𝐈𝐂𝐔 !

 

In sterile light, where silence screams,
You lie adrift in fractured dreams.
Wires whisper what you cannot say,
And I, outside, can only pray.

Your breath—each one a fragile thread,
Tugs at the edge of all I dread.
My voice can’t reach through glass and air,
But know, my love, I’m always there.

I count the moments, hold my breath,
In shadowed halls that flirt with death.
Each beep, each sigh, a sacred sound,
My shattered world where hope is bound.

I miss your laugh, your warmth, your light,
The way your soul could calm my night.
Now all I have are prayers and tears,
And all the weight of waiting fears.

But still, I hope. I dare to dream,
That you will wake from this dark seam.
And when you do, I'll hold you tight,
And never let you leave my sight.

(Vawi leh khatah a thawm a reh a, biak tur a awm ta lo! A natnain vawrtawp a thleng a, ICU lama a luh a ngai ta hial a. Kha kâr 2 chhûng kha ka tân chuan, ni rei lutuk a va ni chiang êm!

Tih theih engmah nei si lovin, awmhmunah ka phili buai êm êm a. Bawihtei hian min kalsan dâwn ta mai em ni? A va rawn harh chhuak har tak êm! Kha hun hrehawm tak kha, hla hril hmang lo chuan sawi chhuah ngaihna pawh ka hre lo. Ka hre lo tak zet a ni!)