Infection Poem by Thomas Case
Infection
This sickness has
derailed me.
I've scaled back on
the things that
matter most.
Life has become
askew.
I'm tangled up in
blue and red lines,
back against the
fence.
I'm frozen and febrile.
Insecticide burns on
my spirit.
Pesticide in my lungs.
I'm sick of all
these chemicals.
They are in my dreams,
and in my bones.
Maybe, she is the infection...
Never mind, it's just Covid 19.
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5/28/2024 4:14:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Well thought out and nicely brought forth. An insightful piece of poetry written from the heart. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.