The bones of my resolve
crumble porously,
muscles slackened
by stealthy Spirit-Flu
creeping into my psyche
when my guard is down,
leaving behind only
a molten mass
feverish and limp,
juicy veins squeezed
dry of life-force..
Sleep's finger-crook
beckons temptingly
offering blessed escape
temporary at best
from sickness of the soul.
Eileen Auger
March 21, 2008
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
The bones of my resolve
crumble porously,
muscles slackened
by stealthy Spirit-Flu
creeping into my psyche
when my guard is down,
leaving behind only
a molten mass
feverish and limp,
juicy veins squeezed
dry of life-force..
Sleep's finger-crook
beckons temptingly
offering blessed escape
temporary at best
from sickness of the soul.
Eileen Auger
March 21, 2008