Saturday, January 8th, 2005 • 1 Comment on Vanquished
Sickness lingers. The germs have won.
I will not die, but yet I suffer.
Quietly, my voice nearly gone.
I am left with tattered remnants of health
Vocal expression muffled.
I am undone.
in the face of such wretchedness.
Tissues, white flags waving
Damply pressed to this tortured nose
Aches, then chills, fatigue prevails.
No more, I can’t bear it.
I waver helplessly at the abyss.
Lingering sickness. Conquering germs.
Damn you, I long to shout
I can only whisper.
A frog shrouded in mist, mired in mud
longing to be a princess again.