I long to Breathe
for Oxygen’s sweet caress
through hollow sinuses
its hallowed chambers sacrosanct;
that no medicine, no pills, can absolve.
So instead pray, I pray
For deliverave from
The itch in my throat:
Why does it bind me so,
to what end does this serve?
Fatigue and all, I can understand
but the blocked cursed nose,
I do not comprehend.
Powerless, I rage, in delirium
a fever in both illness and soul
throughout the never-ending night
Aquiesced I lay,
to a being, merely of
meatbags, liquid and air
til my breath silences and cools.
It’s rhythm forgotten,
Only to realise when I stir
to the cruel rise of the sun.
Background: caught a cold and stuffy nose, Nov 2024. Wrote a poem about it. God i hate flu/colds