I Am Sick

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!!!