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The Flu or “I will live another day”


Chest is hea­vy
Feel light hea­ded
Hard to bre­a­the
the poi­son is taking over me
Veins pul­sing
It’s get­ting clo­ser
Eyes can’t see darkness comes
A glim­pse of my life fla­shing befo­re me
Feels so cold
Jolt awa­ke I am still here
This sick­ness has not won
Run­ny nose
Fever bro­ke
I will live ano­t­her day I have hope

(by Liz­zy­w­ho­t­hefunkC)

schnee auf Gras

Go Away Flu

Get out­ta my face
My chest My throat
I’ve had enough
Fee­ling sor­ry for mys­elf
I want a deep bre­a­the
A cough free night
I want to go to work
Not used to this crap
I’ll ride it out
No choice about that
I have to be tough
This is real­ly rough
I’ll pray to the Gods
You’ll lea­ve me alo­ne
Bring back nor­mal
Dumb zom­bie zone …

(by Joann Rol­les­ton)

Spiegelung in Pfütze

The Flu

I’m whee­zing, snee­zing and sniff­ling too.
Oh, not again, it must be the flu.

Bund­le me up and to the doc­tor I go
A good look at me and he will surely know

My tem­pe­ra­tu­re is up; my face is all red.
Well, yes it seems to be the flu, he said.

Drink lots of flu­ids and dine on this brew.
The medi­ci­ne will help you get rid of that flu.

Under the covers hea­ped high on the bed,
I feel so sick, oh how I dread

The aches and the pains of my body and head.
Yes, it’s the flu others even have said.

Each day goes by with a litt­le less ache
Until I’m all bet­ter and for my nurse’s sake

Up and around again I’m hap­py to be.
About with the flu is now a memo­ry.

(City Poems by B.H. Fra­ser)

Blume im Schnee

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