Virus Poem by Marijana Nezic

Virus



On a working day,
I am lying in my bed.

Drinking a lot of tea.

My life is miserable,
While virus is in me.

Sniffle, sneeze.

Have pain in my throat,
Wondering from whom was it bought.

Everybody else is fine,
Sorrow is all mine.

Thursday, November 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: illness,sorrow,virus
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