#sinuses
I overcame a sinus infection,
My body's own form of insurrection.
I guess I can't even depend on myself,
It's those sickly spells that hurt more than anything else.
Looking outside, I see the melancholic shades of grey,
No sun in sight to brighten my day.
Not that I need it, I'll be fine on my own,
My thoughts sinking and drifting as I sit alone.
My favorite loaf of bread,
My trusty guardian,
A dear friend,
Until she needs food again.
When I feel under the weather,
I can't help but determine whether,
My soul feels as heavy as steel,
Or as light as a feather.
Broken body, hurting mind,
Sinuses, my cyanide.
Coughing, hacking, gasping for air,
Spitting out memories that tug in my hair.
As I lie in bed,
Resting my head,
I think of where I'm at,
Compared to where I've been.
A junior goal was to be more social,
I think I've done that, but it's hard to know.
A few simple conversations,
Avoiding artificial interactions,
Since such AI bores.
I take my medicine,
And try to keep it down,
Replaying music in my head,
To keep, upheld, my crown.
Even if it's bitter,
Even if it's bland,
There's nothing one can do,
Besides accept it.
Eventually, I overcame the nasty weather,
And yet, I still frequently debate whether,
My soul feels heavy, or light like a feather.
I guess, in the end, the feather is better,
Than crashing into the ground, resulting in a crater.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
Such a simple thorn,
Suffocating my nose and,
Clogging up my brain.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 6:43 PM UTC