30 Days: "The Cold" by Caitlyn Byers

The Cold: A Sonnet

By Caitlyn Byers

I hope I survive the alternating

runny and stuffed up nose, the red, sore nose,

the brain that can’t focus on anything,

thanks to the pills in the bottle that shows

a claim to be non-drowsy but it LIES!

And still my head is all stuffed up and I’m

falling asleep, dreaming of the demise

of whoever’s made my brain think “Bed time!”

So I cough and I hack and I choke as

I try to breath in but the catch in my

throat that is an uninvited guest says

“I’m here to stay” no matter what I try.

and plot what will happen when I take hold

of the idiot who gave me this cold.