I am sick

Written by: Adesina Idris Dolapo

Whenever 
ill 
health 
comes
It 
feels 
as 
if 
death
Is 
on 
its 
way.

Body 
Hot.
Headache
Splitting
Like 
a 
crazy 
drummer
On 
a 
tight 
drumskin.
Stomach
Churning.
General 
feeling
Of 
restlessness
Takes 
over
The 
once 
busy 
body.
The 
once 
energetic 
hands
Become 
limp.
Objects 
Hard 
to 
hold
Difficult 
to 
lift
All 
cos
I 
am 
sick!

Toilet 
Keeps 
calling.
I 
have 
to 
answer.
My 
shape 
Becomes 
altered
My 
neck
Long 
it 
becomes
Like 
that 
of 
A 
giraffe.
All 
cos
I 
am 
sick!

Prayers 
I
Offer
That 
fast
That 
quick
That 
soonest
Should 
I 
return
To 
good 
health
And 
that
All 
sick 
bodies
Become 
healed 
fast.

Medicines
Drugs
Antidotes
Cures
I 
run 
to
And 
guzzle
And 
consume
With 
prayer 
and 
faith
Cos
I 
am 
SICK!!!