Randy McClave

Gold Star - 13,636 Points (Ashland, Kentucky)

Being Sick - Poem by Randy McClave

In my bed I lay sick
I don't feel like yuck I feel like yick
I am nauseas and my head it is on fire
I feel like I am on my own funeral pyre,
Underneath my blankets I begin to shiver
I now feel pain in my stomach and I quiver
My body begins to ache and I also begin to cough
I wish there were a switch to turn these symptoms off,
Now I am off to the toilet once again
I nest on it as though if I were a hen
Now my business is through I am back to my bed
I now feel more pain in both my back and my head,
But then I think to myself maybe I have a disease
Then I vomit and I retch I have the dry heaves
Once again I run to the toilet towards my nest
Just to return the food that I did digest,
I sit and wait both in agony and pain
I cry and I shout out and to the world I complain
Now off to bed again hopefully for some sleep
While praying for peace and solitude for me to reap,
I now throw off the covers as I am becoming hot
Maybe I should had seen a doctor for a shot
But until then I will lay in my bed as I am quite ill
Hopefully I will get some medicine or take a magic pill,
I feel poorly I am under the weather I am ailing
As though my immunities died now my health it is failing
Another urge arrives and I must make it to the toilet quick
I hate the way that I am feeling, and I hate being sick.

Randy L. McClave

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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