When fever strikes in the middle of a heatwave

Lying in bed, I watch the overhead ceiling fan spin, realising that the heat is affecting me more than it should. A quick check with the thermometer confirms – I’m running a fever. Aaaah, it all makes sense now.

So, in the haze of sweat, tears and a fever meltdown, I grab another glass of electrolytes and decide to do the only sensible thing – write.

Timeless Space emerges from this feverish state and I hope you enjoy it xo

TIMELESS SPACE

Thoughts are timeless in a shattered space,
Of illusions within delusions,
Of a mind sick with fever,
A body fighting the intruders.

It doesn’t take long,
To ponder on what went wrong,
It’s day spent in haste,
That turns out to be a waste,
Of time that isn’t real,
Yet the desperation I feel,
Clutching at anything tangible,
Is barely manageable.

The hours drift into minutes,
The minutes into seconds,
The clock with its tiny hand followed by the Elder
Inching its way forward,
Because time does not stand still,
Unless you forget to wind it.

I’m not sure if I’ll see another day,
As the moon drifts behind the darkened cloud,
My heart beating a little too fast,
And a little to loud,
Let’s wait it out, 
maybe the curtain will pull back in surprise, 
awakening to another sunrise.

© Samira Wyld 2023

The fever contines…

Until next time, Stay seXy, stay wYld, Be Free

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