Bacterial
Viral
Misery.
Capturing
My
Soul and Spirit.
Bringing me down.
Down to the ground.
Invisible terror
wreaking havoc
on my body.
Spreading doom
and gloom.
So miserable
I wish I could die.
So unfortunate
as to be unable to.
Oh, the pressure,
the pounding,
the drainage,
the floundering.
Will it not go away,
So I may see yet another day,
Where the sun will shine
And I can feel fine.
I truly hate being
this Germ's
*****
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 8:30 AM UTC
Bacterial
Viral
Misery.
Capturing
My
Soul and Spirit.
Bringing me down.
Down to the ground.
Invisible terror
wreaking havoc
on my body.
Spreading doom
and gloom.
So miserable
I wish I could die.
So unfortunate
as to be unable to.
Oh, the pressure,
the pounding,
the drainage,
the floundering.
Will it not go away,
So I may see yet another day,
Where the sun will shine
And I can feel fine.
I truly hate being
this Germ's
*****
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