Being Sick

The light blue blanket
Weighs heavy
On the mind
Clouding my ears
In a warm
My mind
Like a stuffy
Golden windmill
Trying to think
Trying to breathe
In a clear blue mind
But the cold
Hits it
With gusts
Of pink-white clouds
For all the world
Like sheep
Lulling me to sleep
I dunk my head
In icy water
Trying to clear my ears
Of this lullaby
But falling
Yet again
Into a dreamy trance
Only to be cured
When my cold
When the lullaby
This was written for dverse poet’s prompt with their art.

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