Life slows down
sick becomes normal
the fight against gravity
is difficult and it is easier
to lie beneath the covers
foul smelling and immobile
the bedding crumpled
no light allowed in
grateful to be
sick enough
others must attend
the specter of death
lingers near my bed
pain, like a jealous lover,
brutal yet appealing
fills my sleep with nightmares
so I beg for relief
ask forgiveness,
offer gratitude,
seek redemption
tell the demons
not to block the light
ask god,
to release me
so I can finally get some sleep.
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