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  Illness Survivor  
 

Illness tip toes across your skin
Creepy spider within your veins

Head spinning like a washing machine
Stomach trying to be a gymnastic

Sickness rises from within
Record time to the bathroom

Musical drum banging in your head
Not the usual music you like to hear

Little white tablet goes down your throat
Given you a little hope for surviving

The big box that talks to you
Keeps you company during your sorrow

Friends call from there busy day
Bringing brief joy of a conversation

Cursing your illness to hell
You had much work to do

Close your eyes to sleep
You may feel better tomorrow


 

 

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