Cold

A blast your nostrils free to send across your waiting vest. To clear your sinus with a wrench and leave you feeling best. A graphic scene to be in horror. Flemgh soaring through the air. Then landing on your chest to make it spread across the pair. A cold to plug your system tight. Congestion's heavy weight. This virus breaking all the rules a system grows to hate. You cough and cough to clear your throat. The air as thin as cloth. You breathe and breathe to suck it up while heaving in a froth. You fight the fight to blow it off. Your kleenex close to tug. You hope and hope an end is near and someone come to hug. Till finally there's a breath that fresh. To coming near the end. When fights for days and nights will go to others you will send.