Sickness

I find myself unwell again,
But, I don't get sick that often.
"Get well soon" they say,
"My condolences" they give.
My eyes ache, my heart burns
I pop pills every hour to ease the pain,
My immunity as soft and fragile as cotton
I ask the lord for wellness, but I never pray.
My heart tells me, this sickness I'll outlive,
I hope. Though I still have many concerns.

Again i slip into misery,
Pain and suffering of sickness bites me,
As I was getting my hopes up to recover.
As I fell back and relapsed,
My body raging, aching, and burning in fire,
The road to healthiness has never felt more slippery.
Dizzy and drowsy I feel as I'm unable to see,
Unable to be creative, unable to discover
On the ground I find myself after I collapsed.
I feel no motivation, I cannot feel any desire.

"No one in sight, no one in mind,
Alone I am, alone I feel."
Someone reminds me, "That isn’t true!"
I believe them, it isn’t true, I know.
I just feel suffocated and act dramatic,
There’ll always be people who love me.
This world isn’t all ugly, there are people kind,
Sickness will go, i hope, I’ll recover and heal.
I tell myself, "You’ll wake up again, good as new,"
"Recovery takes time, don’t worry if it’s slow.
Worry not if you behave erratic,"
Soon, I’ll be healthy, soon, I’ll be free.

~ Raghav Malik

So basically the inspiration for this poem was, that I’ve gotten sick 3 times this month, I got viral fever first then food poisoning, then again, currently, I have a cold. This entire month has been kinda difficult for me, because I hate being sick, and I’ve been sick this entire month:((