Infected Poem by Villie Beebs

Fever burning from head to toe
Followed by chills to me betowed
A gift from the winds coming over from the north
A change in season for the sickness is not worth
Seasick feeling this boat doesn't stop shaking
My palms are clammy, and my legs are quaking
Oh nautiousness, sends my tummy in convulsions
It is banging against this metalic propulsion
The sails quiver and howl in the night's winds
A violent storm, starts to put aches in my shins
Red lightening strikes in my eyeland brown eyes
Fading my vision I go off course
The rain comes down in tears, as my voice goes horse
Ringing, ringing, the watchtowers in my ears
Trying to bring me home, in a deathbed approaching near
Such a rough flu season, it has finally arrived
Seems there is no medicine I am left deprived
Sinking, sinking, with no strength to swim
As I close my eyes, the grey skies go dimm