Two Streaks
Two streaks mark my week,
Claw at my lungs, skies look bleak,
Cast me down a viral inferno!
Fahrenheit 105 but without the yellow
Fever and dilemmas poison my bones
Echoes of madness within their hollows
I hit the hay early and the sun rays burn weak
My eyes sting with nakedness until it’s time to eat
Two days for two streaks, I shall sacrifice
Misery and slumber, and as if they don’t suffice,
Pending decisions tap their feet along the corridors
They tighten my chest more than a virus could afford
The two days pass but the two streaks remain
I say I feel normal but the rotting’s to stay
Behind locked doors, four walls caked with life,
They seem to get closer as each day passes by
My corridors still await some certainty,
Prayers could never agree or disagree,
Hemingway and Vandermeer, no matter how well read,
Fail to resolve, not even sitting well in my head
Even as the ticking rings in my ear,
Behind the hour hand, my patience disappears,
They say to chug it all down, wipe my tears,
There is phlegm even cough syrups couldn’t clear
Two streaks refuse to leave
They wish to behold a tragedy
One that begins with ambition,
And ends with a fallacy
So for a year so uncertain,
I brewed a cauldron of posies,
Raised a goblet to my fate,
And the plague my mind embodies
Copyright © Fareeha Fareej Mohamed | Year Posted 2023
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