Poeta Nisi Cum Pituita Molesta

I shiver but still sit down to write Sadly the words lack the strength to come My head sorely throbs,my throat is tight My brain feels muzzy and oh so numb Images die in a throbbing head My pen hangs heavy while fingers ache Similes abort and I sneeze instead Hacking coughs my inspiration take All I want to do is curl up in bed No Muse at all can lighten my mood Warm covers,not verse , comfort instead Words once subtle have now become crude No break on the horizon do I see Life feels so empty,worthless ,full of pain Poems banished for a hot cup of tea Brightness I need to inspire my dull brain