The Sickness

A poem

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I’ve lain here a week in pain in suffering, my body is not my own
I cannot sleep, yet unable to function

It’s wasteful, time is precious, I can make no use of it…

The cramps in my legs have flung me around like a ragdoll, trembling aching, back and forth, just trying to find some peace

There is no peace.

The thudding in my skull reverberates through every molecule of my being

I am too cold
No, too hot

No focus, everything swims and spins, bobbing in an invisible sea
The darkness is my only friend, it’s softness eases the pain
And I lay in this turbulent ocean, waiting for the calm

And just when it feels hopeless

It comes.

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