there's different types of sickness
ones that we'll encounter someday in all of our lives
one's the haze of runny noses, raw throats,
wadded-up tissues and endless sips
of sickening-sweet medicines,
a blur of dreamless sleep and cold sweats
in the middle of the night.
another's the feeling of a broken heart,
a love lost, an ache that creeps up on you
when you least expect it and then curls
up within your heart and makes itself at
home.
and then there's a bone-deep weariness,
a mind-numbing feeling of monotony that
carries on day after day after day after day
a feeling of quiet pain that you can try to
hide but can never shake.
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