Feeling hot as if in a sauna,
looking at the local fauna.
Stuck there with my trauma,
take me from here with a llama.
Even the worlds arma,
will receive Karma.
I am laying here in bed,
less of care and splinter fed.
Through the pain i was led,
by a painkiller, a med.
Take a hike and lead the road,
but take my bag and carry my load.
Intelligence is a curse on land,
water too does fall in sand.
But can my pieced even mend,
when the sun falls on it i can't.
I reach out to flowers singing,
but the bee's are flying, stinging.
Wake me up from this dream,
and split the fever at the seam.
With water and soup i am so lean,
but keep me fit within the stream.
©emilylewis
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