To the fever who drained my strength (bukowski inspired)

I will not refrain from making this personal    
You have dwelled in me long enough    
To force my hand    
This hand, that now, won't stop shaking    
Because of you    
Scribbling ink upon paper-  
Smudged with sweat from my brow    
   
Inside    
The fires of your hell,    
Outside    
The tundra of your stare,    
Rattle my brain    
And from me you drain    
My strength and my patience    
I retain only adamancy    
To rival your vexation    
   
You, who have crippled me so    
I pray you know, how much I loathe    
Your pestilent touch    
But I beg you still,    
To keep my hands,    
To keep my head,    
To leave me this much.