I'm fermenting in
isolation.
Covid 19 for the third
time this year.
After a skyrocket of a
writing streak,
I've had a two month
dry spell.
I'm sure the dope and
booze didn't help.
Hell smells like
loneliness and
white paper.
It tastes like
sulfur and burnt toast.
I see ghosts around
every corner, and they
sound like bats,
screeching at the
black night.
I'm in treatment,
and I will spend five
days in my room.
They will bring my
meds and meals.
They also gave me
a tablet and said,
I can watch all the
Net Flix that I want.
Shit!
To write or to watch
the idiot box.
That is the dilemma.
I sure hope that
this
febrile state that I am
in produces some
good writing material.
Pun intended.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
Get well soon.
It's an older one..a few years. Ironically, as I write this, I have it again. Thanks, Dave.
Neva mind your past, I have the dreaded (not covid) lurgy right now and am pretty much done down - so think of me with just a little empathy please Thomas. 😂
I certainly will, my friend.
Cold showers, breathing exercises, good nutrition, keeping warm, not stressing out too much, retaining = no colds, fevers etc.
Thank you. Much appreciated.
Yes, get well soon.
Thank you, it's an older poem.
This is almost comical as your dilemma is life itself dearest Thomas, we take the good with the bad we grow and we get our own out and write it all down every last word. Wonderful. 🌹
So true. Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Was supposed to read "we get our pen out" but my words seem to write themselves lol I guess you knew that. I hope this of course is a past tense poem dearest Thomas. 🌹
That’s not a place I want to visit. Life, the good, the bad and the downright miserable. Get well soon Thomas.
It's an older one. Thank you for reading and commenting.
Nothing is lost...
Do both Thomas. The idiot box tells me everything I should not write about so by default inspiration comes. Good write Thomas from a sad condition that I hope is long gone.
Yes, it is. Thank you much. I appreciate it.
I had it 2 times ,its the worst .I lost my taste in food for 2 years .Amazing work ,i hope you are doing better
I am. Thank you for reading.
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