Friday, May 29, 2020

The Fever

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES



The Fever

Like a phantom in the depth of night
It creeps up on you
Taps you on the shoulder
Takes a bite

You wonder at the sudden chill
The sweat that crawls over you
Like a swarm of microscopic things
Like the warning you never saw
Before it was past too late

You’ve heard that taste and smell
Are dulled by the viral beast

You sniff the air
Nothing
Sniff the sheet

Fear grips you from the inside
Leaves you paralyzed
Staring like a fool
Into faraway empty skies

You don’t rush to the kitchen
You don’t take the test tonight
What if?  What if?

You wait
You take your time
You think
You prepare your mind

Eyes wide shut
Brain closed tight
Tension builds till morning light

Coffee never tasted so sweet




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