Wednesday, 17 October 2012

One hundred and four

Vivid dreams
Fill the night
Endless, taunting
Praying for light

Sheets are soaking
Body clothed in sweat
Temperature still rising
By this malady I'm beset

When will it all end
And normality return
For a taste of food and drink
I long, I yearn

Need to turn the thermostat
Down from one oh four
Then I can finally
Pick myself up off the floor

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