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As I sit here coughing
I contemplate this pill
A harsh Pandora’s Box
Holding hope
And an army of horrors
I am forced to swallow
With a bathtub’s worth of water
My shredded throat
Whimpering against the pill
Until it finds my stomach
Forcing me to wait
My mind wanders
I start to fear the worst
Hours of vomiting if I eat
Muscles popping if I wake
Nightmares if I sleep
Discharges of all manners
A feeling of fire upon my skin
The list of horrors
Is longer than my ills
All to cure a choking cough
And a runny nose
Will I heal without incident
Or will the worst befall me?
Oh you poor dear, so sorry you’re ill! But the box is pretty…. 😉
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I’m good actually. These are older poems from about 2-3 years ago. 🙂
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Ooops sorry! 🙂
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I might have spoken too soon on that first part. 😉
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Oh darn. You’ve got to be careful of the poems you recycle…next time, spring or summer tributes! 😉
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I’d need to find a few of those. A lot of my older poems are dark and depressing.
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well, no time like the present to start on a new series…
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True. Though the current series has me busy. Gearing up for another release in a week. Fingers crossed.
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I’ve got them crossed!
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That was a miserable experience! I do hope you don’t have to go through that again!
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This was about 2 years ago. It was a really rough patch and rather strange. I had an upper respiratory infection combined with severe pollen allergies. I forgot the name of the drug, but there was a long list of side-effects and I was desperate. How I got insomnia AND vivid nightmares is beyond me.
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If you can’t do anything else, you might as well keep writing. 🙂
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That’s the plan. Or sleeping. That sounds good too. 🙂
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Your poem describes exactly how I feel right now…I get it all right!
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I’m sorry you’re sick. Hope you feel better soon.
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