A Plea For Covid To Leave
A Covid Poem
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.
***
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.
***
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.
***
Each day, you left me gifts,
Brain fog rifts,
Headaches that come and go,
Stuffy nose that makes my breathing so slow.
***
Just when I thought,
Our time was over, it was naught.
‘Twas on day four,
You really started a war!
***
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.
***
Now you are abusing me,
You teased me first with taking my fever away,
But then you upped your game.
With this painful act!
***
Striping me of taste buds and smell too,
Food and tea is nothing but a
Tasteless faceless experience.
Is this your claim to fame?
***
I continue to drag,
My soldier’s body through your decay,
And continue to obey.
Your game, your rules, are underway.
***
Day six.
And I am faced with more challenges.
From your visit
Adding my most vulnerable body part to the mix.
***
For your desire to have me cough
And do it deeply.
No matter how I feel so weakly.
***
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.
***
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.
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Ugh I hated having Covid. Even after the rest of my symptoms had calmed down, I couldn’t taste salt for days, and I have asthma, so my breathing wasn’t right for much longer. I’m so sorry that you went through/are going through this. On the bright side, I think you did well in capturing the feeling of Covid in your poem, and I like how you portrayed them as a person that you’re at odds with. Well done.
I'm so SO sorry that you're going through this. Really hoping you'll get well soon. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Thank you for sharing this deeply personal and evocative piece .Get well soon 😘💓
I can certainly feel your pain in this poem. Covid is relentless! Please take care of yourself and I hope you feel better soon.
My whole family got COVID. COVID increased my stomach issues for a long time after. It felt like a cold, which lasted longer than two weeks. I also lost my taste and smell. I hated it. Glad you're writing a poem about this. Get well soon.
You definitely captured the Covid experience here. Get well soon ❤️🩹
Glad to see you writing - Covid be damned! I hope you feel better soon.