# Poem #82: Bleck

Author: bhscorch1313
Tags: Metaphor, Poetry

#83 of Poetry

This is a poem about sickness, and also about trying to overcome the barriers in your life. Enjoy. Please comment, fave, and like!

_Bleck_

When I can barely breathe  
Out of my nose, it's so clogged  
Up with mucus and snot  
That drips down endlessly  
No matter how many times I blow it

When I can't barely speak  
Because my throat is so red and raw  
That swallowing is so painful  
That's only aggravated by the racking coughs  
That swell and release from my lungs

When I can barely move  
Because every single muscle in my body aches  
And whines  
And it feels like I was hit by a truck  
At least seven times

When I can barely hear  
Because it feels like someone shoved a metal rod  
Fifty times in my ear  
And the pain is making my head hurt

When I can barely think  
Because there's a unwelcome rave inside my head  
With the base way too high  
And the dancers are making my head spin  
Such dizzy spells

When I can't lie still  
Because I feel like I'm in the Sahara desert one minute  
And in the Arctic wasteland the next

I remember that of all the barriers that I've broken  
Of all the barriers anyone has broken  
That I have at least tried to break this one  
And if I do fail, and die of this disease  
Well then, at least I tried.

~bhscorch

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