Lung Infection

Itchy eyes.
Sore inside.
Heavy chest and ever tired.

This is it, the slump.
The daily pain, that wracks my body
up and down,
draining, in and out.
Dull and round.

I extend a cracked hand.
A million tiny specks of fire leap and flick into the dark air.
Pricks of energy, shone just for me.

I hear them sing,
and eat as they thrive.
They leap while I dive.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.