Fever Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Fever



Joints feel like being crushed
And throbbing is my head
Hot temperature, flushed
Chilling, shaking, on my bed
Gnawing sore is my throat
Eyes are watery with tears
My nose can't seem to take in air
What kind of ailment is here
Just this frustrating fever!

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Cynthia Buhain-baello

Cynthia Buhain-baello

Manila, Philippines
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