A Plea For Covid To Leave

When we met, you came on very subtly.

Just a touch here, a pang there.

I thought at first, maybe we could,

Get along, you do your thing, and I do mine.

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The two red line confirmation,

Was just a sad verification.

A tango between us was coming about.

A hot, steamy, sweaty combustion that made me shout.

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You left me exhausted in bed.

From our feverish tumble, I felt dead.

My muscles and brain was had prisoner from your charms,

No water or drugs could disarm.

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Each day, you left me gifts,

Brain fog rifts,

Headaches that come and go,

Stuffy nose that makes my breathing so slow.

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Just when I thought,

Our time was over, it was naught.

‘Twas on day four,

You really started a war!

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My morning throat was sore!

Not like a “regular” sore throat.

A throat that felt like a razor blade had explored.

Sheared off a layer of my flesh, leaving fresh raw sores.

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Now you are abusing me,

You teased me first with taking my fever away,

But then you upped your game.

With this painful act!

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Striping me of taste buds and smell too,

Food and tea is nothing but a

Tasteless faceless experience.

Is this your claim to fame?

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I continue to drag,

My soldier’s body through your decay,

And continue to obey.

Your game, your rules, are underway.

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Day six.

And I am faced with more challenges.

From your visit

Adding my most vulnerable body part to the mix.

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For your desire to have me cough

And do it deeply.

No matter how I feel so weakly.

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My lower back has gone out!

A nerve pain went throughout,

After my answer cough to you,

Left with a back spasm that grew and grew.

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So Covid,

You have had your sojourn.

In my body for days.

I need to climb out of this hazy phrase.

To begin my life anew,

Just please lift this fog,

So I am contiune to live life strong.