Convalescence

This abysmal agony finally ebbing away from my mind A grotesque phantasmagoria of spirits in the wind The duel with death has eventually culminated The disease that almost ripped me apart has dissipated Now is my trial to convalesce after my battle Now I finally find time to balance myself in the saddle I reminisce the sights, plights and frights I perspire because the disease almost raped me of my rights. The sickness has left,presently,wondering If it afflicts me again and leaves me stuttering If it does,I can no longer stand the attrition But be overwhelmed by the infectious apparition A relapse, I will have to endure,if not death But if I do die, I will no longer have the desire to loathe Myself at my lack of strength to fight the parasite As atrocious as it may sound, it is best to commit suicide!