I
got the x-ray vision of a thermostat
Heat
boiling over what temperature lacks
A
wisdom laced with a mercurial flash
Flash-flood
warnings and Frozen floes,
gushing
fast it’s flush of sin
soaking
swiftly, this pool I’m in
I
got the fever with the chills, ague
Where
clammy skin and frozen eyes
Never
knowing how long or what’s to find
Coughing,
breathing, wheezing-pain
Disrupting,
stirring, accruing-vibrations
from
lungs to cage, ever wondering what’s been done
I
got the ringing, in my ears
signals
steady before they clear
chiming
harshly before the disappear
Vision
blurs sights unseen
Tear-stains
mar the rouge of cheek
Never
gaining the answers this sickness seeks
ok..so..it's a metaphor...was already about to cook you some chicken soup you know.. smiles..would love if there were chicken soup to heal the sickness that is able to rob us off much more than our health... this has a very different flow compared to your other pieces fred... good work on the rhymes as well
ReplyDeleteI had much the same response as Claudia above... a departure for you stylistically, somewhat, it feels like, and the metaphor is strong and all-pervasive. Like this one a lot man
ReplyDeleteSuch a place is never good whether sick or not, as life can be pain enough then add such more pain is just a well umm pain..hahaha..hate it, as it is just draining in every way.
ReplyDeleteNothing but to wait for it to pass. That sense of ringing in the ears is very unpleasant. Painful to read.
ReplyDeleteInnovative, and soothing! Lovely! :)
ReplyDeletesounds uncomfortable state to be in. Hope you are feeling better soon my friend. Well writ on it. I can't write when I'm ill
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