It’s a cold

In a moment it all became clear,

Unlike my throat,

Or voice,

Head on pillow,

Heavy,

Too heavy to lift,

Wheezing like a slowly deflating tire,

My lungs,

Honeycombed with glue,

Inside my mind voices chirped,

No melody, just words,

Highly critical,

Inspiring fear not hope,

Could this be,

The end,

Another hours sleep came,

Stayed,

Duvet heavier than I recalled,

Laden with sweat,

Every movement, moment required effort,

Leaden legs,

Weak limbed,

You may say it is a cold,

For me,

It is apocalyptic death,

Or worse,

Summon the doctor,

The undertaker,

The priest,

The end is so very nigh

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