Midnight Heartburn
A Silly poem for a serious discomfort. We've all had it, but don't talk about it.
By Dean TraylorPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read
By Dean Traylor
I.
Stomach burns!
Gas churns!
II.
Pings of pain
In the night, it doesn’t wane.
III.
Was it the processed meat
Or too much wheat?
IV.
All I know
This discomfort will grow.
V.
That damn food, so cheap
Robs me of sleep!
VI.
The spice burns
My stomach churns.
VII.
All the while
It fills with bile.
VIII.
Can't find some ease
make it end, please!
IX.
Antacid is my hope
In the house? Nope!
X.
What's there to do
But feel so blue?
XI.
Just find me relief
from this upset thief.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.
*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)
* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.
* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)
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