Long Dark Days

Long dark days
Unable to melt snow and ice
Upon the ground
Upon my soul
Illness followed cold
This year
Last year
And year before
Lingering for days
Getting no better
No worse
Always present
Until well beyond
I’m sick of being sick
Sinuses clogged
Slowly draining
Raw throat
Talk unbearable
If only a cure
Such as rest or juice
Was the cure all
Promised by mothers and ads
But death hangs
Waiting and looming
On these
Long dark days

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