Ill Poem by Felix Lee

Alone at night,
When you’ve lost all your might.
You just feel like wasting away,
Even though you’ve barely began your day.

Your head pounds hard,
You feel like some ancient bard,
With all your colourful languages
And your inner anguishes.

Your sides shake too much,
Your stomach aches to your touch.
It feels like hell,
Even though you are alive and just not well.

What does it take to be better,
When you feel like the mad hatter?
You’ve chosen the wrong day to lose your will,
Especially when it’s the exams when you fall ill.