Poetry

Sick

Sick 

The smell of it lingers 

Over my body 

Like thick fog

I am drowning 

In disease 

Wretched ache 

Fills every inch of my bones 

My head 

A throbbing web 

Of unuttered thoughts 

And 

Unbearable pain

Some days death is not 

The worst of life 



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