Penicillium notatum, please let me be
Your moldy existence is killing me
Your malignant spores are everywhere
I breathe them in, but you do not care
You invade my life and make it hell
How to be free of your toxic spell
You’re inside, outside, everywhere
You’re on my clothes and in my hair
My food has lost its taste and lure
I remember when it seemed so pure
My head feels full and tight each day
I pray, when will you go away
I try to write, but am bemused
Gazing down at keys unused
Memory lapse is all too common
And names alas, are oft- forgotten
A thought will come then drifts away
Oh well, perhaps another day
Should I seal myself within a bubble?
Relieve myself of daily struggle?
I long for winter’s frigid temps
Perhaps, I hope, your grip relents
But judging from the year that passed
I’ve little hope that it will last
In three to five years they say
The shots will make it go away
I hope for my sake they’re not wrong
I only hope I last that long