Refurbished Simplicity

Michaelpoet

My bed drenched in a sweat only a fever dream can produce.

Clouds linger with a persistence that suggest trouble on the horizon.

Breeze blows in through the smallest crack of an open window with furious intentions.

What hell can compare to the pestilence of a seasonal flu whose determination trumps that of modern medicine?

If I could withstand the punishment for a moment longer I would consider myself worthy of a fate which surely has escaped me.

  • Author: Michaelpoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2023 22:48
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  • Thomas W Case

    Nice work. The flu sucks.

    • Michaelpoet

      I appreciate that



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