Friday, 18 November 2016

An Off Day

An Off Day
You can feel it coming
A rumbling down in the pit
It builds to a churning
That is sometimes painful
The churning changes to a roiling
Like a pig on a spit
Turning over and over and over
And intensifying

Movement causes increased
Churning and roiling
However movement is a must
To get to a safe haven
Movement causes
Moaning, groaning, clutching, and hoping

The movement is too much
The percolating moves to ejection
Which explodes out
With the force of a bomb
Coating everything

The purge is over
Energy is drained
Rest is a must

I abhor getting sick


© Phil Renaud 2016