When I sneeze I please

anna_noday

When I sneeze I please

The little gooey dudes –  

I'm shaking and I'm tired,

They're tired ‘cause they're shaking.

I'm sick, they never felt more alive –  

The population grows like

After a war. I was ill before,

But never like this.

Give me a soft kiss

While I close my eyes.

Maybe a feverish dream

Will make them go away –

And you, darling, will you stay

Beside my bed, holding my hand

And whispering sweet nothings?

  • Author: anna_noday (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2021 03:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: I hate being sick :(
  • Category: Special occasion
  • Views: 26
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Comments3

  • spilleronsheet

    It’s a sad write
    Get well soon my dear friend
    Hope to see you spring back soon
    Well written though

    • anna_noday

      Thank you 🥺 I try my best ☺️

    • dusk arising

      Now THAT is nursing... sat by your bed comforting you by holding your hand.... thats caring and devotion, sharing the anguish of illness.

      Aaaaaaa ttt-- chooooo... oh no...

    • Paul Bell

      Nothing worse than man flu, though I'm thinking you'll not milk it the way I do. Speedy recovery.

      • anna_noday

        Thanks ☺️



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