Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Head Cold

Gasping for every rancid breath
I try to learn from my mistakes.
Sleep will come quickly,
But it will not stay.
Heat and cold are my enemies,
Each is a pariah to me.
My head swirls with faded visions
When not blurred, pain.
I cannot think, I cannot live,
I wish for better time,
And a promise to utilize it more fully.

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