Broken

BROKEN The fever grips tightly Reinforcing dominance The heart is pounding Hot blood coursing fast Up into a heavy brain Sweat on the forehead A dryness in the throat Vision, blurred at best Feeling so very unwell It’s some damned virus Multiplying, multiplying Antibodies defending Fighting the good fight Non-stop, hour by hour Until reaching the top And marking a victory Senses slowly returning The fever in full retreat With another battle lost And then – it is broken