Illnesses. Disease. And the holy immunity system.


When The Virus Takes Hold

Clear as mud, my heartbeat thud
Could end the sorrow
Could end tomorrow
But I live on, I sing my song
I will not lose
I will refuse
Bedsheet slip my sweaty grip
I lose my sight
I use my right
To grab my head, to laugh my dead
Cannot see
I cannot see

Prespiration
Desparation
Depravation
Consultation
Occupation
Man your station
Cannot see
I cannot see

In my wake I'm lost, I quake
Find me here
My home so dear
And save me from this depravation
Cut me off
And send me off
I would think my mind a drink
I'd think but
My brain got a haircut
And no one here could make me fear
Cannot see
I cannot see








Yawning from my sleep today
My heartbeat speeds
My heartbeat deeds
To make me better, write a letter
To my parents
Reassurance
Sip my water with my daughter
Little Molly
And her dolly
My wife comforts my waining life
As I can see
As I can see



Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2007-01-03 at 04:55

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Amanda K
well put together. that was different.

all the best on 2007,
2007-01-06


Janine>K
You make these images so real, "Bedsheet slip my sweaty grip"... a very interesting poem... very good!!
2007-01-03


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
"i would think but my brain got a haircut"

Love that line brings greadt images.

Hope you're feeling better.

liz
2007-01-03


Kathy Lockhart
glad you made it through. Wow! that was a ride. I zoomed through the first part. Then rested in the second after all was better. Life goes on...oblahdee oblahdah life goes.
2007-01-03