I Think It's Just A Cold


I find myself ensnared in this weary spell,  
A fog that blankets thoughts and wraps the mind in haze,  
Every breath a struggle, each movement a shell,  
Lost in the tedium of these endless, dreary days.  

The world fades at the edges, colors dull and gray,  
Laughter drifts like echoes, distant and out of reach,  
In this cocoon of solitude, where shadows lead the way,  
Time drips slowly, a lesson life seeks to teach.  

Nights are companions, stretched out and long,  
Stars seem muffled, like whispers in a dream,  
The body weighs heavy, a heart with an unbroken song,  
Caught in the stillness, where quiet thoughts scream.  

Memories weave through the fog, both tender and bright,  
In the moments of discomfort, I search for meaning anew,  
How fleeting is this life, the balance of wrong and right,  
In sickness, I find clarity among the shadows that grew.  

Each cough a reminder of the fragility I bear,  
Of moments too precious to take for granted or hide,  
In this state of confinement, I learn to be aware,  
Of the simple joys lurking on the other side.  

So here I sit, in stillness, contemplating the day,  
With the weight of exhaustion, I begin to explore,  
What lies beneath the surface, where deeper truths play,  
In the soft light of dawn, there's so much more in store.  

Illness might chain me, but it offers its gifts,  
A chance to reflect, to wander within,  
For even in the struggle, my spirit gently lifts,  
In the tapestry of existence, resilience begins.  

With each passing hour, I reclaim who I am,  
Awakening in the midst of weariness and strife,  
For even in the cold, I find warmth where I stand,  
In the heart of discomfort, I rediscover life.  

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