It was a steady buzzing
For all of a month
The fog continued for two
Really a minor thing
As breathing was the focus
For a very long time
All of the hair falling out
As you're eaten alive
On a breathing machine
But life slowly resumes
Back into the groove
Recovery
Then the quick bursts come
Sudden electrical jolts
The buzzing in the brain
What a strangely wretched thing
Is Long COVID-19
Who knows if it will end
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2022 12:18
- Comment from author about the poem: A year and a half, and it won't let go. It's definitely not a natural thing.
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Comments1
How brave and poignant. What a time we are living through, where we are experiencing the unimaginable. The very best wishes to you.
Thank you. All is well, just really odd side effects after so long being detached from it. Just thought I should chronicle it in some way. Thanks for reading.
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