shivers settle upon my skin,
I sense turmoil inside myself,
I am ill.
Questions swim,
trapped in my head,
banging against my skull,
thanks for the headache.
Swallowed words
cause my stomach to ache,
waves of nausea
wreck the ship.
Thought sizzle inside me,
bringing my blood
to a near boil,
you brought me a fever.
This is an illness,
without a pill,
something without remedy,
I hope it's fatal
Author notes
I wrote this a while ago at work. I'm just now putting it up.
So how was it?
Comments
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:)
Boredom creates really good poetry
Nice job!


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Thanks!
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