Fever Poem by Sarah Weber

Fever



Thou shalt curse these days of plague-
Flies greying my hairs,
living in fever say only prayers
only before shutting your eyes for days.
We sing amongst the decays
voices brushing over me, he
whom Ive never met.
Surrendering I do regret,
Entering into the deathly phase
Passed along my turn to play-
I breath into these fever days

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Sarah Weber

Sarah Weber

Walla Walla, WA
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