Poem - 19 February 2019, 21:54 Lurgy (2019) Chris Bond Its grips like glue It won't leave you - It cannot be coughed away. Or , Bought off by medicine or pills You continue to be ill - Wishing for sunnier days. Like 1 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 526 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Analysis Corruption Illness Recovery Wish Poetry Genre: Freestyle Lyric Melodrama Narrative Topic: Misery Listed in: Contest Entries