I hate it when I sneeze, these days,
It lifts my fringe, my curls, my greys;
It blasts my ears and rattles my head,
But at least it gets me out of bed.
I hate it when I cough, these days,
It hurts my chest, my eyes o'erglaze;
It's hard to breathe, I feel like dead,
I think I'd rather sneeze instead.
(Written Sept 2012)
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How beautifully written! Natural flow rhythm is to linger after the read, thoughts dancing with twists and turns.. Hahaha yes indeed when we complain we get it worse. (I get this all the time, when say I hate something, for sure fate will prove me wrong, showing how wrong I was, hopefully one day I will learn to erase hate of any kind from my heart) ...Great poem, thank you for share!