Challenge: a poem about colds, that doesn’t contain cold, sick, unwell, or feel
There are bits of my body
That want out,
They want out, Now!
And they will not wait to ask
They wish a welcome death, on the outside.
I wish to live, to breath, to have balance
I wish to be able to be outside again,
Let us both have our fondest wishes fulfilled
Until the kleenex is gone and life returns
Posted by russellbauman 
