Three weeks of flu.... someone shoot me... arghhh!


Bed Bugs Bite


Another day on auto pilot
The heart beats like a bass line
Toms in the ear drums
Another cough rises
Sharp as knives
Tearing the throat to shreds
Watering eyes,
Anguished sighs
It's just flu, I'm not dying
But my soul cries
Voiceless like a caged canary
A pianist with her fingers
Taped together, frustration
Tired of being ill
Oh so sick of being tired
Where is my health
That I took for granted?
Three weeks of bed hair
On my holiday,
And not the way I wanted!
Tissue rash beneath my nose
I'm resigned to poetry
Camphor blocks and throat drops
My only company
It may not be swine flu friends,
But it's still a pig of a thing!





Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-10-02 at 08:41

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I have the pig of the thing?? Im sick too...I thought to pop up ,dont come on much and looky at you,you got the flu too!! lets
do chickensoup shooters and try a mustard pack,,my mom used this mustard pack you would put on for chest and cold and flu,I think or just swallow a bottle of bittersweet eh!!bottoms up!!
hope u get better soon,Im off to cuddle a hotwaterbottle and try to get rid of the shiverbugs I have

cyndi
2009-10-02