Poem #82: Bleck
#83 of Poetry
This is a poem about sickness, and also about trying to overcome the barriers in your life. Enjoy. Please comment, fave, and like!
Bleck
When I can barely breathe
Out of my nose, it's so clogged
Up with mucus and snot
That drips down endlessly
No matter how many times I blow it
When I can't barely speak
Because my throat is so red and raw
That swallowing is so painful
That's only aggravated by the racking coughs
That swell and release from my lungs
When I can barely move
Because every single muscle in my body aches
And whines
And it feels like I was hit by a truck
At least seven times
When I can barely hear
Because it feels like someone shoved a metal rod
Fifty times in my ear
And the pain is making my head hurt
When I can barely think
Because there's a unwelcome rave inside my head
With the base way too high
And the dancers are making my head spin
Such dizzy spells
When I can't lie still
Because I feel like I'm in the Sahara desert one minute
And in the Arctic wasteland the next
I remember that of all the barriers that I've broken
Of all the barriers anyone has broken
That I have at least tried to break this one
And if I do fail, and die of this disease
Well then, at least I tried.
~bhscorch
"Bleck" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.