Adeeyoyo's Blog

I write what I feel…


Sick and Tired


Coughing racks the night away

Hour after hour

Minute after minute

And second after second

D…r…a…g… the hands of the clock

Tick-tock tick-tock

Pulling me forward when I need to go back

Remember… on the farm the cock crows

To herald the dawn before the faintest light

Bruised ribs ache when I awake

Raw throat, gargle with salt

An-other day thick head stay-in-bed…

(I had the best night’s sleep this morning, lol!)

©Denise G Allen, 13 April 2013 15:41