sick
my body was on fire and there was nothing to do to stop it.
the medicine was already in my system and all I can do now is wait.
wait for it to take action to my body.
to take the pain away that this illness has caused.
to help with my sinuses and clear them up to where I can actually breathe.
yet, when I'm sick,
my body aches and screams,
and it hurts to move a little.
so I cuddle with my blankets and pillows.
and let sleep be my best friend.
a.b.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
