The pain in my stomach tightens
allowing vannished air into my throat
choking me.
Thoughts clogs my memory
and fogs my sight
Tomorrow's reality has yet to kick in
While I envision the coming days
Like a fortune teller
I'll seek the future.
With caution I
prepare for the storm;
Tissue -puffs indeed
and an inhaler;
air in G-minor.
And confused staffs
to collect my memories.
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