Aiyah Torres Poet Blank verse

Losing My Senses

A week of colds strike my way,

wishing this virus melts away.

foods are now tasteless,

buds not function well.

nose is suffocated,

I almost sneeze my brain.

Afraid to lose my senses,

Hear,smell,and taste.

I wonder how this life'll look like,

When this illness get severe.

I hope tomorrow,sun greets me.

With the smell of breeze upon my face.

The sweet of honey  kisses my lips.

Robin chirping  in my ears.

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Syam Madappattu January 10, 2014 at 12:14 PM COLD....poem is coool...touching Aiyah Torres January 10, 2014 at 2:03 PM thank you, Syam!!! ^__^ :00))

Michael Byte January 10, 2014 at 11:43 AM Beautiful writing my friend, sorry to hear you have s cold. I hope the warmth of knowing me will help youoovercome this bug. Hugs your friend Michael Aiyah Torres January 10, 2014 at 2:03 PM thank you, Mike :))

Poet Tacito January 10, 2014 at 10:42 AM I'm recovering from a cold myself. So, I completely understand. :) This was an enjoyable read! Aiyah Torres January 10, 2014 at 10:55 AM thank you ,Drake!!! glad to know you're OK :))