Confined in an Abstract Decline
all i can feel
is the thundering of my heart beat
the swelling of my throat
the burning acid that has become my saliva
the cloged feeling in the upper region of my nose
the blistering ring in my ears
the dull ache in my head.
One minute I'm a burning ember
the next I'm a frozen plain.
Will it ever stop?
I shiver one second.
I gasp the next.
Sipping water is an emence task.
Eating has become impossible.
Is this what dieing feels like?
Is this the end?
I imagine myself in a hospital,
surronded by doctors.
Unable to make the call.
I exagerate the sinario in my mind.
but all it is,
is a measly cold.
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Poetry Among Other Thoughts
ПоэзияThese are the thought I think. The dreams I dream. The moral compass deep inside me. I write to find the truer me. All Rights Reserved. All works in this document are property of SapphireWillows. Any additional copies of these works outside of this...
