Sickness and Resurrection in 102 Syllables.
by james bezerra
Afflicted! Sickness!
Head cold: cough, sneezing. No good.
Please help me DayQuill!
Sinus cavities
are painful and disgusting.
Phlegm is my export.
My breathing labored.
My chest wheezy like dying
old accordions.
My energy sapped.
The end of this sickness seems
very far away.
But I know one day
I shall leap and cheer again.
But when will that be?
Perhaps tomorrow
I will wake and breathe freely
My resurrection!
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