Sicko

Stupefied, again, by illness, I loll
In an easy chair, and stare
Uncomprehendingly at everything
And also nothing. “Not a day of note,”
I muse. I ache. I dab my runny nose.
The clock, devoid of any pity, points
Out that it still is morning. I don’t
Care. I slowly rise and shuffle back
To bed.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-07 at 15:53

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah yes, bed. Daytime or not, a place to rest and heal. I hope myou are feeling better soon my friend. Blessings, Allen
2023-05-11


urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
good luck and best care
2023-05-07


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo and get well soon.
2023-05-07


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
It's a hard place to be on so many levels. Get well soon!
2023-05-07