Sick
When the warmth crawls into my skin
I feel the loss of my passion
My energy fades to a dull hum
I long to pour myself into sleep
And escape the inevitable misery
My head clogs so that my words cannot escape
The sun shining so bright outside
And yet my soul feels the desolate winter
Rest
Time will come for me
But until then I cry and wait for it to pass
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I especially love the line “I long to pour myself into sleep.” It’s the perfect description of having no energy for anything else. Well done… and get well soon!