The year my prior marriage cracked apart,
I counted flus. The total came to five.
One ended, then another one would start.
I spent the year in fever overdrive.
Now this year's number three is moving in.
I half expected this. I'd found my feet,
And learned to stand, and take it on the chin -
But breaking up is never quite complete,
Until the body takes a hit as well.
And this is one. I've done this. I can tell.
And I won't let it win; I vow to fight!
My tactic is to sleep a lot. Goodnight.
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Goodnight
Sleep well
Sleep tight.
Alone In The Ocean Of You
Will Make You Wet With Snots Of Regret
When Your Nose Gives Command To Achoo.
Kleenex and Nyquil to ya, DB. And some friendly love for good measure.
Sprinkle your counter with lemons and chillies, garlic and honey and little bottles of echinacea & vitamin B.
Also vodka, for which you'll need plenty of orange juice.
Any more advice, go right ahead and ask.
To scream through silence
Blanketing a dream
Where realities , disguised
As horrifying lies
Clanking and puffing steam
Bare their claws.
They must be faced,
Confronted and unmasked.
Important questions to be asked.
And then, answers derived.
We know, each who have survived.
suerte, DB.
so it's feed a fever? Didn't know that one.
Dear Bard,
sorry to hear about this, I would recommend rubbing alcohol infused with bay rum leaves