sickness.

Nov 02, 2010 17:33

I cannot shake the remnants of this cold.
Active illness subsided and regular workload resumed.
My lifestyle does not allow more time to heal,
Yet a month later phlegm in my throat in the morning
Hacking green-white sludge until violent heaving begins.
Surprise coughing fits throughout the day
Triggered by a sharp intake of breath
So every peal of laughter carries a reminder of gasping pain,
And since your disease settled in my chest
Every time my heart engages, involuntary emotional choking ensues.
And I wonder if my inability to breathe
Is the physical manifestation of my still damaged heart.

poem

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