Without Voice

Posted on January 10, 2012

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Without Voice
[C: 01-10-2011 U: V2.7 T:P R:1]

It was only a couple of days ago that my voice is ago. It felt horrible, like I was survived a drowning.

I cough out a lot, at 2 in the morning. I tried to find a good way to rest, but the coughs continued. I got up knowing fully well this day won’t end well.

I can barely respond the next day, the pain so strong, that I felt like dying. I didn’t.

But knowing that you can eat is your biggest problem.

Certain foods cause me to cough a lot, and others, felt like nails driving into my throat by gravity.

My voice is gone now but I wish for it to return. Life without a voice is horrible and dangerous. Water is the only drink that delays me from the inevitable cough. Only a normal throat will bring back the normal of my days.

Magen Kumquat [Life, Reality, Illness, Poetry]

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