Sore Throat

He wakes to a morning fog
with no clarity, to show the way
as he stumbles down the hall
he tries to think ahead
but unsteady is each step
and wobbly -
appears the day.

So he reaches out...
and tries to speak
but each word, feels Inflamed
tearing at his throat
as each tooth chomps in protest
marching to the pain.

While lymph nodes hold, their ground
swelling, like wild crowds in protest
screaming in defence....
his eyes deep set
shoot fireworks behind
as his brain....
continues to complain.

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What else can he do -
but sit and stare ahead
and say good morning world
as his day begins.....
with a sore throat -
and a pounding head.