Strain

Sickness has taken over my house
And its roof and walls are rumbling;
People outside are dying too,
And the world beside is crumbling.

I strain to let go of bowels;
But there is no strength left to strain;
My body seems to give up;
I am weakened by all this pain.

Doctors can only do so much;
Medicines have all been tried;
Yet this feeble breath that rallies
Tells me soft, you have not yet died.

Swollen Feet and New Tears

It’s 5:30am;
My feet are swelling;
I may die.
I don’t know why
Medicines haven’t helped.
Doctors have tried:
Augmentin and ecosprin,
Dexa and para,
Haven’t yet seemed to win.
New fear is assailed –
I’m not fearful of death –
I have lived a nice life
And when I die,
I’ll be free of strife.

A moment to smile
That I’ll die younger,
And yet quite satisfied
All of my hunger.
Come morning,
If I survive,
I’ll have new fears,
I’m wondering if living
Is worth the new tears?

Nature’s Hour

Who knew that lungs were important?
We talk of the heart and the brain;
But when COVID comes saying hello,
Breathlessness brings classic pain.

I have met gasps in anxiety,
Allergies and spasms are usual shits;
But! COVID is different altogether!
It brings into lungs dangerous fits!

Fevers rise, lungs collapse, breath stops;
You think it’ll pass in a week or two;
But that’s not exactly how this ball drops –
Newer strains are birthing to claim you!

Governments flounder under their weight!
Nations are rocked by their sheer power!
Nature has decided she has had enough!
She has decided that this will be her hour!