Photography, Poetry and Art Projects by Ciaran Burke

Man Flu

I look at the pattern, mirror image
moist tissue paper unfolded
nothing new to report
clear with a little green

Suffering for days, nasal secretions
sneezing sprays and phlegm
unleashed in coughing attack
there is no relief

Appeals for sympathy go unheeded
my critical condition unnoticed
viral hell, bacterial torture
death's door is opening

Sure! it is just a cold to you
but I lay here in three ply misery
man-size suffering prolonged
and the reaper is near.

- Ciaran Burke
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