Cold Within Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

The beautiful breeze of a summer day is playing songs from the birds singing.

You feel as though you can climb Mount Kilimanjaro and run with the gazelles of Africa.

Working on your projects is simply a turn of the page that goes without interruptions.

Family and friends are bringing laughter to every fiber of your being.

Your sleep is waiting to replace the day of your energy for tomorrow.

Waking up and your body has transformed into a pitfall of headaches and pain.

The sheets of the bed become your prison for idle times of forbearance.

Breathing is now a marathon of competing for air in your lungs for living.

What was once a soft canal of libation flowing is now a full throttle of pain going down.

Eyes of dysfunctional sight have you looking intently at your body for recovery.

Your flesh is asking for nutrition but the pain says rest for the duration.

You disengage from the world without thought of tomorrow being born.

The cold within your flesh has your body in turmoil seeking revenge on yourself.

Written by Theodore Mosley
November 13,2018