Sick Of Being Sick - Poem by Patricia Kelley
Sick of being Sick
I woke up so tired today.
I tried to put one foot in front of the other.
But it just wasn’t my day today.
I tried to fix my coffee and I forgot to turn it on.
I tried to wake up but I just wanted to go back to sleep again.
I couldn’t keep my eyelids open.
I just couldn’t focus.
I felt like I was under a spell of hocus pocus.
I had to take a stand and make that coffee.
Right now it would be to my lips as chocolate toffee.
But, the cold and flu brought me down.
Oh, come on, I don’t want to frown.
I just want to be able to taste anything.
Please just something.
When will these taste buds come alive?
I feel like I’ve taken the great dive.
I just want to feel alive again.
And walk away from this brain fog.
My passage way I know is clogged.
I just want to walk outside and breathe that clean fresh air.
With eucalyptus traveling with a flair,
But, no I sit quietly in my chair.
Only imagining life outside the window,
Afraid I’ll leave my husband a widow.
It would be more than just being a shadow.
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