Illness Comes Knocking At Your Door Poem by John A'Hern

Illness comes a knocking on your door
Answer knocking or not sure
Open door just a crack
Just be careful of the smack.

Breathe the air germs are in
Some run for a glass of gin
Whisky choice of the hardy
Lemon and honey only for foolhardy.

Too late, too late they are in
Feeling faint, headaches are raging
Take to your bed, fever calling
Throat tightens, loss of voice.

Angel needed you take your choice
Groans and moans fill the air
Sleep does not come to the party
Lack of sleep joins the queue.

Tossing, turning, fighting with pillow
Help me, help me, silent voices
Ceiling vision through eyes unable to close
Hallucinations provide a sigh.

Daytime dawns, you want to die
Feel your head for signs of melting
Old wives tales of a cure for evil
Roll around your head in danger of bursting.

Nights and days roll into one
Survival skills all called upon
Knocks on your door from friends come calling
Go away, go away, shouted from the bedroom
Fall asleep from sheer exhaustion.