Best Sickbed Poems

Looking Out My Window From My Sickbed

Longdead treeshadow 
Creeps across the face of a nurse-white house

Immortalized in sunlight
A mantis
Stealthily

Touches the shattered eye;
A window at the bottom corner of the wall

 Makes it more aware

 I am watching it
With cool interest
To see how much it knows...

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Look out you might see them
scuttling down your street
patting the neighbour’s dog 
nodding to people they meet

They lurk on hospital corridors
wearing their black shiny shoes
then scour obituary columns
for all their latest news

They follow people on stretchers
to sickbeds, funerals, and wakes
asking for extra cups of tea
turning...

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Writing to you about the evil I enjoy.
More like knowing the hate I have for fever.
On this sick bed I curse fever.
For employing my body against me.
I sneezed a hundred last night.
Accompanied by a boiling temperature.
And multiple lining's covering my skin.
The throbbing ache in my...

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