My nose runs and my throat tickles,
My brain swims and my eye trickles.
I don’t feel well and I don’t think good.
I want to write a post, but don’t think I could.
I started a story, then had to quit,
my knees shaking as I try not to –
Flit to another idea.
I need to sleep, I need some Zzz’s.
I submit this poem, now if you please…
– Forgive the slant rhyme,
Bad structure –
Turn of the light as you leave.