The wheezing cough floats around in my throat.
My lungs hurt of the power of the virus.
I'm sitting at the doctor's office waiting patiently
for a cure to my sickness.
It seems like years pass when I'm starring
at the blank white walls.
It feels like I'm center of attention with my cough.
Every little move I make seems so infinitive.
Checking my watch every second,
time passes so slowly don't know what to do.
In the end when the doctor comes out,
I have a virus that can spread
quickly and furiously.
The virus in me is sticking my lungs.
A contest entry
- Contemplations: The Waiting Room by Cat.
1300 points, ended November 9, 2007, 16 entries
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Comments
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sorry for you not feeling too good.. lung pain is horrid
many thanks for entering this contest and good luck too
well done
G.x -
oh boy do i feel your pain.. - that is the worse feeling on earth isn't it?.. well a gunshot would be worse.. or a stick in the eye.. i suppose a stab wound might be worse too.. or being skinned.. that would be worse..
sheesh.. i should reword this- having your lungs full of crap feels terrible
nicely done.. glad to find your work here
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