That heavy head feeling you get,
compounded by the despair
and gloominess that crept in.
Silent, invisible, yet palpable
Post-bacterial blues,
long after the sore throat
has gone away.
It just sort of lingers;
maybe it’s lonely,
or likes my company.
In a crowded room,
yet somehow alone,
I sit and ponder-
how did this happen?
I mean, I’m not unhappy,
and life has been good,
in its own way. Is it okay
to say, go away?
Somehow this germ,
with its crafty guile
has robbed me of the
strength to smile.
Yet today, I feel a shift,
the tide is turning.
Slowly, surely it has left,
disappearing into the vortex.
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