Wading Through the Mud

 

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Introduction to Poetry: Day 4 – Simile including the theme of journey

 

Another day, another Introduction to Poetry task. This one was enjoyable. I just had to describe something to be like another thing usually not related.  For more information see this Introduction to Poetry ink.

 

Niggles, nagging doubt

Numbness needing checked out

Needles pricking much too often

Like the nails in the coffin

 

Nurses naming drugs

Not to be around the bugs

Navigating paths before him

Hoping journey’s not too grim

 

Nourishment neglected

Nausea is expected

He can’t nip this in the bud

It’s like wading through the mud

  

Nominated friend

Noticed he’s nearing end

Treatment crumbles with defeat

Like a military retreat

 

I wrote this depressing little poem in a beautiful ancient country castle hotel library, whilst my husband drove fast cars and hotel guests arranged their weddings. Life just happens around us despite what some may going through.

 

 

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