Spinning
Head throbbing
My health it is robbing
Throat is scratchy
Voice is patchy
Nose is running
This is so not cunning
My nose is red
Pain in my head
My body aches
Dang, the pain stakes
Things are spinning
I am never winning
So just let me sleep
For at least a week
I am in the sic zone
So leave me alone
While I get over this illness
And overcome my brain's stillness...
Copyright © Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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