When you get sick enough nothing matters As the world shrinks down to heartbeat and breath One criticizes another flatters While I am trying not to cough to death
Exhausted I wonder how to make it Till my doctor's appointment on Tuesday But people smile at me and I fake it Still trying to act all right anyway
Unable to buy an aspirin now I wish that I had gotten my flu shot As muddling through the best I can somehow I lie to people and say I forgot
When the truth is I was too sad to care Back then if I got a flu shot or not But the complications are terrible So much so I despair of making it
Waiting is becoming unbearable And now I am finding that faking it Becomes impossible this far along Since sickness is stronger than we are strong
It bears us away at the close of day A stupid way to commit suicide But a poetic way to fade away And more efficient than other ways tried
This reminds me of my childhood and teens when I used to get so sick at times I wanted to give up. I do wish you strength and healing my friend. Love and peace,
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *bless you!*
Regis
Fee
You are in my prayers, fellow poet.
God Bless,
Lew
Michael
Hugs, Laura