Sick Day Poem by Nat Z. Punx

Sick Day



this is one of those ugly dead days
fevered pain and listless
dark and wet
the fear is coming over me
overwhelming
impending doom
with a case of lathargy
lost hours
lost lives
countless
without merit
or redemption
why do some seem more senselessly wasted
than others

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Nat Z. Punx

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peoria illinois usa
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