Clinging to a tissue box
Wrapped in blankets, robe and socks
Nose is useless for a breather
Vocal chords don’t work much either
Head is pounding, eyes are red
Set up shop inside my bed
Try to write but thoughts don’t come
Senses dull and brain is numb
Up again, I hear that soup
Cures colds, Bubonic plague, and croup
Pass a mirror- shrug and stare
Don’t care enough to brush my hair
Pills and steam and old wife’s tales
Nothing cures my aches and ails
Start a chore, pretend I’m fine
Dizzy, woozy, never mind
Crawl back to my little cave
Bed and pillow now I crave
Day is done, heads a balloon
Good night cruel world! Its only noon
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