sickness

Mouldering

I am plagued
by repete
sickness.
I am too familiar
with the ins
and outs
of a great many
anti-biotics.
Sinus…
tissue,
lungs…
all have been plundered
by infection.
I would never have made it
in the middle-ages…
they would have buried me,
just to ease
my suffering
and save themselves.
For now
I cough endlessly
and bring up
thick,
dark-green mucus.
It feels
productive.

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Panacea

It used to be
a hug from mom
made everything
ok.
But even with
someone to hug
nothing goes
away.
These dangers
could not build-up
no threat
would ever last…
those carefree days
have long expired
and lie ruined
in the past.
Now clouds descend
and darker days
gather at my side,
no lucky break,
no happy escape,
no running
from this tide.