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Saturday, February 5, 2011

Season realities




Clouds surround my face
Congested passageways impede me
Liquid thoughts bubble in my brain
Walls once solid begin to turn
The floor betrays me
Rough voice tries to express meaning
Thoughts left voiceless
Understanding is indifferent or confused
Fever hot skin burns in the night
The morning chill not welcome
Rational thought an evasive creature
Transparent fish swim before my eyes
I have the flu
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3 comments:

  1. lestatFebruary 5, 2011 at 6:52 PM

    Flu... bummer. Get well soon.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 6, 2011 at 9:48 AM

    This makes me feel your pain and discomfort.

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  3. JulesFebruary 7, 2011 at 8:38 AM

    That really sucks....that you have the flu....you still write really well when your sick though!! Great job!!

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