Cougher

A wracking cough threatens to take away a good night sleep, and possibly my voice (for the second time in a month). I have being sick, physically, but I suspect, also sick in other ways...

1.52am. Man. And to think I have a long day ahead of me...

For......

Wasn't this just like last time,
When I'd felt like the bell and chime,
Rocking about to the beat of
Another's emo mind.

I don't want to feel
I don't want to hurt
I don't want no tears
To fall upon the dirt.

Take this cup away from me,
O so sweet though it may be.
Sometimes things in life
Are better left to be.

Yet I just can't live without
This miry drink of doubt,
I keep seeing things not there
Perhaps its just thin air.

Unto Hope I will cling
Should just sit and wait awhile.
Time may come when all things sing
Of the beauty yet to come.

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A little poem to an unaware special little someone.