Sickness
Contributed by
nomie
on
Tuesday, 13th July 2004 @ 06:45:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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The blackness my sight endures,
As I struggle to stand tall,
Sound fades like the end of a song,
Breathing dissipates and I’m scared,
Only when I lay helplessly, it all returns,
Too old to be cradled in my father’s arms,
But yet he holds me like I’m a newborn,
Becoming my legs as I can no longer walk,
Sweat appears upon my face,
Coldness shakes my protruding bones,
Bile burns at the back of my throat,
After another attempt at consuming sustenance,
My stomach pleads for mercy,
With hunger pains that cannot be soothed,
My eyes weep tears of lost hope,
As I grow tired of battling this war,
Needless rejection of nourishment
As my body discards it without cause,
Finally I’m taken into further care,
Poison is flushed from my body,
My life has been saved,
But my body left a skeleton.
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