Fever

There are cobwebs in the room of my life
Left over by the prickly weeds of strife
Wafer thin elongated tentacles
Deceptive loneliness manacles
Feverish obsession

Hope and you in unison
Flight the sight of breaking spirit
It is vain combat more in retreat.

Sunrays glide past pigeon feathers
Reach fungused rectangular corners
Touch dust cones in irreverence
Warming my numbed heart

I feel the warmth of your quilt hand
Dissipate the pain thicket
Your unshed tear
Love is so near

I fight again
I win.
Let me sleep in my sweat dripped dream.

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