Being Sick

In my bed I lay sick I don't feel like yuck I feel like yick I am nauseas and my head it is on fire I feel like I am on my own funeral pyre, Underneath my blankets I begin to shiver I now feel pain in my stomach and I quiver My body begins to ache and I also begin to cough I wish there were a switch to turn these symptoms off, Now I am off to the toilet once again I nest on it as though if I were a hen Now my business is through I am back to my bed I now feel more pain in both my back and my head, But then I think to myself maybe I have a disease Then I vomit and I retch I have the dry heaves Once again I run to the toilet towards my nest Just to return the food that I did digest, I sit and wait both in agony and pain I cry and I shout out and to the world I complain Now off to bed again hopefully for some sleep While praying for peace and solitude for me to reap, I now throw off the covers as I am becoming hot Maybe I should had seen a doctor for a shot But until then I will lay in my bed as I am quite ill Hopefully I will get some medicine or take a magic pill, I feel poorly I am under the weather I am ailing As though my immunities died now my health it is failing Another urge arrives and I must make it to the toilet quick I hate the way that I am feeling, and I hate being sick. Randy L. McClave