It is all out of wack
I'm having an attack
What should I do
I feel like such a fool
Disorganized
And not prioritized
This is an irritation
A dispiriting indication
A look of ineffectual force
With time it gets worse
Weakness in all limbs
Inaction at whims
Sluggish in motion
Quirky commotion
Anxiety confides within
Can't even grin
Face the music
In need of an analgesic
The pain unbearable
The feeling of terrible
Slumped in my bed
Like I'm ill-fed
Popped some pills
To cure the ills
What is the ailment
That breaks the firmament?
Mangled migraines
Oh what pains
Like a dagger
Makes me stagger
Agitating, pulsating
Back and forth debating
Sharply fierce
A spear to pierce
Then slowly but surely
Numbing eerily
Excedrin does its job
Breaking the weave and bob
A light at the end
On a path to mend
Like heaven sent
No more hell-bent
It was all out of wack
Such a stirring attack.
I'm having an attack
What should I do
I feel like such a fool
Disorganized
And not prioritized
This is an irritation
A dispiriting indication
A look of ineffectual force
With time it gets worse
Weakness in all limbs
Inaction at whims
Sluggish in motion
Quirky commotion
Anxiety confides within
Can't even grin
Face the music
In need of an analgesic
The pain unbearable
The feeling of terrible
Slumped in my bed
Like I'm ill-fed
Popped some pills
To cure the ills
What is the ailment
That breaks the firmament?
Mangled migraines
Oh what pains
Like a dagger
Makes me stagger
Agitating, pulsating
Back and forth debating
Sharply fierce
A spear to pierce
Then slowly but surely
Numbing eerily
Excedrin does its job
Breaking the weave and bob
A light at the end
On a path to mend
Like heaven sent
No more hell-bent
It was all out of wack
Such a stirring attack.
3 comments:
It's a drag to be sick, and you managed to put your ailment into wonderful words.
Now that was extremely clever and well written. Loved it. BRAVO!!
I hope you are still writing, i like your poetry!
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