Poem: The Ills

Dedicated to The ranting wife𓃠

The Ills

my stomach cramps
my body aches
everything is broken
and sleep refuses me

my head pounds
and my sinuses fight
and don’t get me started
with the bowels’s actions

wonder if tonight’s the night
when everything stops
or will I end up sick
for another future day

[Poetry Archive]

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