The Flu
The flu.
By Angela Tomaz
As I ly in bed with my two boys beside me.
All I can hear is a snoring cacophony.
With my throat burning and head with fever.
They too are suffering from the same misdemeanour.
The echos of snores and their moans of pain.
I just lay there wondering why my drugs were in vain.
Why aren't you working and making me numb too.
This insomnia is killing me all because of the flu.
Be gone evil demon I don't want you no more.
You make us all suffer with aching bodies, we are sore.
I know you'll come back to haunt us again.
But for now it's enough what have you to gain?
As the restless movements of their bodies awaken.
I still ly here moody with sleep depervation.
I know it's going to be a long, long day.
So best i be on my merry way!
Copyright © Angela Tomaz | Year Posted 2015
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