My Cold: A Poem

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I cannot breathe, I cannot smell

I have been damned to sinus hell

My tissue box is nearing hollow

I die inside each time I swallow

I'm downing Sudafed like candy

Got eucalyptus cough drops handy

Got Tylenol and Zicam, too,

Even a Benadryl/NyQuil brew

I pile on blankets but quiver and freeze

With icy fingers and shivering knees

I prop myself up, pillows on pillows

In hopes to somehow appease my ill nose

But nothing works! It's all in vain

So in the darkness I have lain

For hours on hours with nothing to do

But pray I make it another night through

If I do not, I've a few final pleas

Remember me not for my cough and my sneeze

Remember the good days — before my congestion

Donate my organs, but I have one suggestion:

Do not donate my respiratory system