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Swollen Feet and New Tears

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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

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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!

Sympathy

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People have their own lives,

Updates become a due,

Death cuts down all time,

Then time must move on, too.

Offers of help get quieter,

(Thankfully in a way):

Sympathy visits for moments

It doesn’t intend to stay.

In the end, it’s always you,

While everyone falls asleep;

You lie awake and breathe

And dread to dream too deep.