From Host To the Hanger-On
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It's weird. They have category "cool" but nothing for a "cold" ??
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(edited for spelling typo)
I feel you burrowed down so deeply deep
I can't define that place where you reside.
You nag at me and keep me from my sleep.
I turn to left; then to the other side.
Oh, why have you returned? I thought you'd gone.
And yet . . . I think I'd vaguely felt you there -
a dark, plumed entity that lingers on
to taunt and tickle me from hidden lair.
Sensation I can't quell and I can't see -
sometimes I hack so hard I have the fear
I'll never flee what lives inside of me,
nor will you leave; too well you like it here.
Unwittingly you've been my muse tonight.
You kept me up and gave me cause to write!
Aug. 20, 2020 for Brian's Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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