Chest heavy

Crushing Feeling

Hard to breathe

Staring at my ceiling

Using heat to get some relief

Mouth so dry

Like I'm eating dust

Face full of crust

From lip to eye

Room still spinning

Feeling like a zombie

Not noticing what's around me

Maybe hot tea would actually calm me

I'm hanging on the best I can

As they tell me just go to the hospital man

It does look pretty bad

No I say

I'm just fine

It's just a flu

Just give it some time

The TVs glow fills the room

Covid commercial

Just stay home

Infected or not

Just don't go

I'm sprawled out still clutching a tissue

Remembering the bigger issue

I could stop breathing in my sleep

My heart could refuse to beat

My immune system

Makes me the perfect victim

My defense is low

But I still won't go

This is like being on a bad trip

If I start seeing shit

Then I know it's serious

When I'm that delirious

Time to tell my pride

to step aside and quit

But I'm sure I can hold out for a bit

I think this is how poetry goes

Describing your environment

With a touch of dramatic flow

But

The only thing actually crusty is the inside of my nose though

I swear

Actually

Can I just retract that Statement I said before

No fuck it

I'm really a hot mess

I probably smell like death

Covered in rotten vomit

Shit on the floor

A pile of vile right next to the door

A stained mattress

Bearing an actress

Who's a dramatic fanatic of turning pain into art

Raunchy nasty fun or weird

Playful crazy delightful and feared

Whatever man

You'll never know

I don't even think I know

Shit I lost my mind

Wherever did it go

Oh

Well

Until next time I feel like talking in riddles and rhymes

Bye