Sick

Sick

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings
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I f*****g hate colds :l

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Hacking,
Spitting,
Choking on your own bile.
Leaking fluid.
Heavy in your chest,
Cracks in your lungs,
Torment all over.

Your body weak
And mind muddled.
Everything you do
Constricted,
Difficult.
Breathing and
Even sleep,
Laboured tasks.

Damnedable virus,
Existing soley
To spread itself
And misery.

© 2016 The Poet of Black Wings


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Added on May 29, 2016
Last Updated on May 29, 2016
Tags: Sick, virus, cold, coughing

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The Poet of Black Wings
The Poet of Black Wings

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i hope my poems, among other writings, will speak for me. Edit - Full disclosure, if you ask me to read something, I will, and I'll be brutally honest about what I think about it. So, be ready for .. more..

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