With Fever The Day Has Passed

could not have a warm shower first
my wife said soup was getting cold

and the heat of the soup is good

for fever to bring out the sweat
perhaps my head is supposed

to burn

with fever the day has passed
in blessed sleep night has quiet

creeping come with this fever
light headed dizzy flying flu

is timeless in circles of energy

fleeting lapping gone

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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