Words Through The Fog / Deadline Despair

Got to edit. Got to edit. Underlined red each time I read it.

As I stare bleerily through viral haze. Tap. Tap. Tap

Yet the typo stays.

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Attempt number four finally gets the word write.

Perhaps at last I can finally right.

To marshall thoughts made of cotton wall

The sneeze scatters characters, plot and all

It's mighty hard to write when you have a disease.

The deadline doesn't care. Time doesn't listen to please.

Pleas tell me if the ticking's just inside my head.

Am I writing sense or are my characters misled?

By cough and sneeze and desperate wheeze

Seeking just one moment of simple clarity

Until at last I swallow the bitter pill

It's mighty hard writing when you're ill.