Saturday, 28 March 2015

Tonight the cold has fully landed.

Sinus pressure my old friend,
You've come to hurt with me again.
Because of mucous softly seeping
Filled my tubes while I was sleeping
And the pressure, that was planted in my brain,
Still remains
From the cold of springtime.

Funny how feeling crappy should make me poetic, lyrical even.

1 comment:

  1. Love this. Lauralea must see it.
    But you take care of yourself guy.


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