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.
Copyright © Aiyah Torres | Year Posted 2014
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