A Poem by Dj Golden

A little friend that comes to visit around this time every year.

I'm just being lil' old me
Running up and down the streets
And leaping from tree to tree.
Through cracks in the bedroom floor,
Through the window and the door
On your faces and much more
In your water, in your hair,
On your plates and your pear,
On your bed and everywhere
With your kids and parents too,
Always floating around you
Still so much I have to do
A small scratch, a little flea
Somewhere just bellow your knee
From me you'll never be free
Throat feeling a little sore
Chest heaves like never before
You cry a vomiting roar.
Now you make a pale, blank stare,
Body's heat begins to flare
You dream of a deathly mare
Now you're buried by a crew, 
Doctor's say I was a flu,
But there's still so much to do. 

© 2012 Dj Golden

Author's Note

Dj Golden
Anyone who ever has had a fever knows this.

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Added on October 10, 2012
Last Updated on October 10, 2012
Tags: sickness, sick, disease, illness, ill, cough, horror, creepy, medicine


Dj Golden
Dj Golden

Berkeley Springs, WV

I really don't have much to say, so...[insert wit and charming speech about self here]. more..

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