Jen H. Poet Free verse

Cracked Lips

When you lie at home all day
Watch yourself a waste away
Watching TV shows again and again
Think of places I might've been 
Covered with a blanket, lying in bed
Sweat matting the hair to my head
Can't find a position that seems right
There is no way for me to sleep at night
Gut wrenching cough, eyes bloodshot
My head is spinning with every thought
Thermometer hanging out from my lips
I drink water in small little sips
The curtains are closed, the room is black
I falling down this steady track
Lips are cracked, mouth is dry
I feel as if I'm going to die
I put it on my tongue, the orange pill
And swallow slowly, hoping this illness it will kill
Now I stare, my eyes without a spark
And now these eyelids close, and I am surrounded by dark...

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Derrick Burton April 2, 2009 at 4:02 PM DAM!! are you okay or what? seriously.... loved this truthful write here and have a blessed day.

John Loving Iii April 2, 2009 at 1:54 PM i know the feelings especially the cracked lips. get well soon. John h Loving III

Alli B. April 2, 2009 at 12:59 PM I'm sorry you are sick! We missed you today at school! This is a great poem. I really feel like I'm sick (which is such an awful feeling). lyl -Alli

Carolyn Devonshire April 2, 2009 at 10:38 AM Pres. Clinton once said, "I feel your pain." Now I know what those words mean. Each symptom is described so vividly in your work, Jen. Great poem! And I hope you feel better soon!

Lena Townsend April 2, 2009 at 7:17 AM Oh, so sad... I hate being sick. You truly captured the torture of illness in this write. Well done, and if you are ill,my heart goes out to you, I really hope you get better soon. Peace, Love, and Light be with you always. Smiles from Lolita