it's that time of year again.
My daughter reminded me that i need to get a flu shot.
Fever
flames arising in restless dreams
chaotic senseless silent screams
heat seared listless mind
tormented thoughts of the delirious kind
burnished cheeks reddened by fire
flashing visions of a funeral pyre
pallid skin mottled and damp
moans and groans of twisted cramps
ashen circles 'neath oozing eyes
hot acrid breath seep deadly sighs
burning body racked with pain
sickness plagues the weak again
thirsty lips cracked and dry
temperature rising rapidly high
sweat cover sheets tangled askew
it's the dawn of dementia; you have the flu.
kathy lockhart
11/19/07
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-11-19 at 09:13
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