The Occupied Patient Poem by Creativity Four

I am occupied in the bed
And in my body, i feel the fire instead
of the peace that i almost felt
When i was alive not paralised
By the pain that flows in my vains
And my heart is striked by a blade
The war against this mere disease
occupies my body with its unmerciful means
And letting this sweat showers my skin
Feeling that i carry a heavy object on my eye lids
I closed my eyes for a while
And i saw a beam of light
From a huge open door
and the place seemed so bright
I saw the buds of joy
Dancing like the electric toys
And with my bare foot
I was walking in the woods
On the grass looked like a green carpet
Leading me to the door of heaven