Author: Time To Change PM
I hate Colds, and this one is worse than many for a long time - probably since the last poem I wrote about colds lol. Please R&RRated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 111 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-08-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2486249
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I'm so cold I'm freezing,
And my body is shivering –
Hair line cracks from the shaking
Murmurs; the ferocity of an
Earthquake seeping through ice.
Coughs hack through my body
Like pick axes scraping my throat,
Whilst stormy wind rattles through
Clinking, choking me as it blows.
I toss and I turn, a leaf in the wind
As my eyes blur and water like rain,
My head pounds in discordant marches
Of broken drummer boys and morbidity,
And my nose leaks snot in runny waterfall,
Aggravated by the storm and howling gale.
So I long for the warm summer breeze, and
Heat; Yearning to be soothed by the sun.