I THE VICTOR

MERHABA MY FRIENDS

FOR THREE LONG DAYS
I FOUGHT TOOTH AND NAIL,
AS LIGHT AND DARKNESS FADED,
TOO AND FRO INTO ONE.
THE HANDS OF NEAR DEATH
GRIPPED MY THROAT, TALKING MY
VERY BREATHE AWAY, MY EYES,
STREAMING WITH TEARS,
THE NUMBNESS WITHIN MY HEAD,
THE ACHING WITHIN MY BONES.
THE FEELING OF HELPLESSNESS.
I WAS ON THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION,
PREPARED TO THROW THE LAST ROLL
OF THE DICE, WHEN THROUGH THE MISTY
GLAZE OF MY EYES, I SAW AN OUT STRETCHED
HAND REACHING OUT TO ME, HOLDING A GLASS
OF WARM LIQUID WHICH BEGAN TO SOOTHED
MY ACHING LIMBS.
MY WHOLE BODY BEGAN TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST
THE INVADING ARMY, MY VISION BECAME CLEARER,
MY THOUGHTS WERE CONTROLLED, THE STRENGTH
BEGAN TO RETURN.
I WAS WINNING THE FIGHT AGAINST THE DEADLY...
MANFLU......THIS TIME!

TURK ;)