Perforated pleura
From wrenching non stop
Torn and twisted thoracic muscles
The ballast tanks have popped
Walking like a wounded soldier
Clutching my side
A victim of a xenomorph
Something pupating inside
Thorn like trachea
Razor wire to doomed troops over top
Consecutive convulsions
The cure is out of reach, aloft
If only I'd listened and acted
When they'd told me to stop
Pulmonary embolism
An expensive blood clot
Too little too late
May as well keep hitting the pipe
No breaking free of this cycle
Try as I might
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2018 11:55
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is inspired by having Man flu a while back. I HAVE NEVER SMOKED CRACK COCAINE 😂😖🤧🤢🤒
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Comments3
Syd,
An awful experience...
but a great write!
Thank you for sharing!
~Laura~
Hi Laura, thank you for reading and leaving feed back 😁.
I'm glad you enjoyed the poem.
Take care - Syd
Ooh I'd never have thought of all those words if I was unwell like that! (ooh heehee). A fine write Syd.
Thank you so much for Orchidee.
Hope you're keeping well.
- Syd
Wonderfully written rhythmic poem with such deep meaning. The images are locked in the reader's mind.
Great job, Syd. 🙂
Thank you so much Tamara. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. It's rare I use such descriptive unusual words. I don't really know where that one came from really but it was definitely influenced by the flu.
Take care - Syd
Well, it's a great poem and a most enjoyable read. Keep up with your writing. 🙂
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