Three Seven Dot Six

Friday, Saturday
Three seven dot six
The number would not go down
Sunday, Monday,
the Devil would not leave me!
Tuesday, Wednesday,
It pinched my ears,
clouded my mind,
emptied my bowels
and made my spine
grow cumbersome.


Nightmares are worst
when sleep cannot be embraced
the wind in my mouth would not stop
why did the Day seem long and weary?


Alas!


Thursday came
and there was
a glimmer of sunlight
in the Shadow that was passing
I woke with the number
three six dot nine
with coughs and phlegm
of yesterdays
Still,
I rejoice and look forward to
a decent bowl of porridge
replacing my daily meals
of just flour and milk.