GTH

I sit still beneath the layers of warmth

Envisioning my day

And everytime I reach somewhere

I seem to doze off.

My throat feels rough, scraped like cheese

My brain filled with cotton

My nose seems to freeze

I curl up in bed

Willing myself to get better

There’s things I could do

That are so much better.

The weather outside torments me

The rain that falls seems to hiss at me

I drift off to sleep a little cross

Missing out on Friday

Oh what a loss!

I peep out from under the covers

And a draft of air sends me back at once.

TV and movies beckon me

But the damn fever and cold

Under the covers, me they tightly hold

A waste of a day and a long weekend,

If  well, I’d be on a beach

Lets not pretend.

Headed to work this morning

I peer outside

Oh what’s the matter with you sky?!

I will my throat to cheer up please

I want to relax outside and not freeze.

Out with it damn cold

Free your hold

You’re tormenting others too I’m told.

Fever bullying me like a little child

If you don’t stay away I’m gonna get riled

Just leave me alone!!!

—Shivangi Vyasulu