Autumn Patrick Poet Free verse

Sick Days

Sticky gooey sickly.
That feeling you feel,
When all you feel,
Is that miserable sick you've known for years.
These days make you want to just lay down,
Burrito yourself in a blanket,
Sleep for days, 
Or read many books, 
While drinking your favorite tea in your favorite cup.
If only those days could be so simple.
Then there comes the priorities.
WoRk, WoRk, ScHoOl, LaUnDrY, ClEaNiNg.
Today is definitely a sick day,
But It's not the type of stay home sick day. 
I have a headache.

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Michael Whatley January 25, 2016 at 4:10 AM Oh god, not the headache! Extraordinarily enjoyable imagery, relatability, and voice in this Autumn. Nice one. Autumn Patrick December 28, 2016 at 1:23 AM Thank you so much! It means a lot :)

David William Breidenthal January 21, 2016 at 10:39 AM Amazing poem! Oh my word. Thanks for commenting on my series. Feel free to read the rest of my Teased series. Haha they are complicated, but short. If you have any questions, feel free to p-soup message me. This poem is awesome. Keep writing, bro! Autumn Patrick January 21, 2016 at 10:47 AM Thank you! c: I ended up reading all of your poems. They're wonderful. I will. And same to you.