The Flu or “I will live another day”
Chest is heavy
Feel light headed
Hard to breathe
the poison is taking over me
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
I will live another day I have hope
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)
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)