I don’t know what to write.
Ringing fills my ears
And my voice is a faint whisper.
Words vanish as I reach for them
Thoughts die in vain
And all I want is to fill this page.
Light a candle, say a prayer
Maybe someone out there
Will send me something to say.
Sorry for this crappy poem
But this bug has made my body
Its vile home.
Robbed of health, I cannot write.
Here’s hoping tomorrow
This will be set right.
I can connect to this.
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I’m glad you found it worth reading. ๐
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Yes๐
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This, too, shall pass. ๐ Erica
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I sure as heck hope so! Second day of antibiotics and putting drops of oil in my ringing ear, and still… Finding it difficult to focus on writing.
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