Sickness

October 21, 2012
By baileysul PLATINUM, Guilford, Connecticut
baileysul PLATINUM, Guilford, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway


Dark clouds hover
in my head, occasionally
grumbling and filling with
pressured water.
You're sick, they tell me,
rest up drink fluids
(fluids that drip into my
throat and stick
to the sides of my nose)-
my body hurts from fighting;
green slime and aching lungs
punctuate sleepless nights.
I sleep twice a day, like an old
woman who didn't take
her medication
I groan and cough up
pieces of my throat, loud
wallops echo in my head
as I reach for another
tissue and wait.


The author's comments:
Just a silly poem about being sick. Comments are very much appreciated!

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