Cherry Nose

My nose is flowing,

I am totally sick,

The bacterias are growing, 

In the sputum, very thick!

I don't know how I caught it,

Who passed it and why,

I know that I don't like it a bit,

It just makes me despisingly to sigh.

My nose is red, mouth is sour,

I feel dead, struck by affliction.

Pain is increasing hour by hour,

And Crocin has turned an addiction.

Thinking about the time,

When I was sick and about to die,

Life at that time was prime,

And the medication, really high.

"Oh cut it!" I say to myself in contempt,

I should be thinking positive.

I should be thinking about the dreams I dreamt.

I should be thinking how to live

Oh, but I possess an affinity,

Towards death and it's beauty,

Life I always pity,

And I float in it's odious sea.

"Oblivion is awesome",

One has to ponder over this.

One has to be numb,

Towards life to enjoy bliss.

Life indeed is great, 

But still I am afflicted with cold,

This is my current fate,

Perplexed with which doctor I should get hold.