Virus! Leave and Go…

It’s a strange and complex feeling to fathom,
When your vital organs shut down,
And you have to fight with all of your might,
To do the often considered simple things,
Such as breathing.
Times of trouble haunt me,
Now deep rooted PTSD,
Has cost me,
Days ago all things considered,
I should have asked for help,
Dialed 999,
As my life was on the line,
But I recoiled,
Breathless and withered,
The Sandwell ordeal at the forefront of my mind,
Just the idea of once again being mistreated from people so unkind,
Made my judgement blind.
Jab,
Jab,
Like a punch bag,
Sharp pain on the left.
Short and sharp,
Unable to catch a full breath,
There’s a fire lit in my chest.
Weazing,
Nothing easing from medicine or rest,
My temperature in a blaze,
In a haze,
I am dazed and confused.
Thank you my love,
For taking care of me,
Holding me,
Giving me hope and the want to fight,
Holding my hand all through the night,
And providing some light.
I must now admit that he was right,
I needed hospital assistance,
But my fear and stubbornness beat his persistence,
He gave in to my resistance.
My will strong,
But mind now weak,
As I have stayed ill lay down,
Beyond the planned week.
Medicating my asthma and this wretched illness,
I have neglected my mental illness,
Ran out of medication,
Over consumed by this complication,
My breath is short,
My mind incomplete,
Emotions high,
Tear ducts overworked and nearly ran dry,
Mother I cry,
But she is nowhere nearby.
All this ill health is making me question myself,
I beg for this ordeal to end,
I have no strength to pretend that all is OK,
In fact it all gets worse day by day.
I am holding on,
In hope that soon,
This shall all one way or another,
Be over and done,
Where hence this virus came from I do not know,
But I cannot wait for it to leave and go.

Could You Press Pause?

When life is good,
And you feel fit,
Feisty with fire,
That ignites the power within you,
To fight with all of your might.
No mountain too high,
No river too low,
Good to go.
Like an eagle you soar the sky’s,
You see the whole world,
Tiny,
Through your powerful eyes,
From the very top,
All powerful and mighty,
You take it all in,
Knowledgeable and wise.
Nothing to fear,
Safe up so high,
Near where heaven lyes.
You thought out of harms way,
Yet monsters are real,
And they will find you if they want to,
Day or night,
Dark or light,
With the power of their third eye,
They can always find you,
So don’t ever let your guard down,
Or they will surprise you!
When darkness comes,
Like a magician’s cloak,
It swoops down and covers the light.
Senses lost,
With sudden change,
You are out of control.
Catapulted out of safety,
And highly at risk!
When life is bad,
You feel only sad,
It’s not something that you would choose,
Being stuck with the blues.
The monsters of the night,
Scurry and reep all good from you,
And around you.
Only bad news left,
Wishing you could walk in another man’s shoes,
Any other shoes would do!
When stood on the volcanic and jagged rocks of a cliff,
Your head as high as the slight and distant twinkling stars,
Pretty from a far,
But shooting ones will strike right through you,
Like a bullet from a gun.
Beneath,
A pit of fire.
All of a sudden,
Such an ugly place to be!
Could you press pause?
Take it all in?
Breath in?
Reset?
Manipulate your environment to your liking?
Turn around and walk with caution,
Don’t look back,
Only forward?
Or jump without hesitation?
Cut out the frustration,
Eternal probation of some kind of higher power,
That is holding you back from revelation,
With sleep deprivation,
You fall into the Devils heart,
Only wild dogs hear you cry.
Ashes to Ashes,
As you singe to dust.
Leaving nothing but the toxic stench of death,
Obliterated,
No time left for tears,
Remorse,
Or regret.