Crap Poems part 14 – Covid-19

Welcome to another crap poem!

It’s been a weird week and my chronic pain and mental strain have both been suffering since I contracted covid via our daughter. Annoying.

It’s difficult to describe the aching that the coughing causes, the stomach cramps, the arm aches and the anger that you feel because the coughing makes you dizzy and causes throbbing in your brain. Actually, no, I can describe it…

It’s shit.

So I wrote this poem in response to my frustration with Covid and the impact it’s had on life at home.

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Covid-19

Cough, cough, sneeze
It’s really not a breeze
And as the hacking starts to freeze
Theres a clanking in my knees

I didn’t ask for ‘rona
She was sent home from a school
And while I’m under blankets
The tears start making pools

Pain is pushed up higher
Medicine doesn’t help
Every movement on the bed
Gives me cause to yelp

I cough and cough, I sneeze, I’m sick
My core is squeezing tightly
I’m falling down a deep, dark pit
There’s no support that’s likely

Agrophobes are a unique breed
Our indoor life is best
But when you add pain to the pile
You never get to rest

The NHS is overstretched
Help will not appear
So while I’m indoors problems get
More and more severe

Breathing shallow, 2am
I wonder when I’ll sleep
The cough, relentless, needs no rest
The future is so bleak

Four days after asking for
some help to aid my breathing
I still can’t laugh or cry or talk
Symptoms are increasing

I wonder why
We’re left to die
The love around
In short supply

At 4am I finally fell
and slumber happened slowly
At 5am I wake again
The sheets too warm, not cosy

There’s ‘nowt to win when you’re alone
And pain is all that’s present
You wish for more, for love and care
A world that’s not unpleasant

But covid isn’t just to blame
for misery and sadness
The war, our money and politcs
are all adding to the madness

So even when I find a quack
Who’ll stop the symptoms squatting
I’ll mend and come back to a world
With news that’s always shocking

For now at least I’ll stay sat here
And work out how to live
With covid-19, chronic pain,
and a brain that wants to give.

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Thanks for reading 💜

Published by stephc2021

Hi! I'm Steph, an amateur writer and illustrator specialising in Mental Health and being a self-confessed Spoonie. I help others by publishing creative ideas to help support chronic pain and mental illness, and I write a blog about my own experiences with disability and mental illness. In 2023 I was nominated twice for a Kent Mental Health and Well-being Award from the national mental health charity Mind.

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