The Perfect Cure Poem by Cabaline xxx

I lay in this state,
drained of energy and fight.
I don't know what it is,
the illness or the medication,
but as I gently weave,
in and out of consciousness,
I see you, feel your touch.
I can't tell if you're real,
or a dream, or hallucination.
But your questionable presence,
is comforting to me.
Your ghostly arms around me,
sooth my wrecked body and mind.
I'm glad you may be here,
you help ease my pain,
and help me slip away,
in to an unconscious realm.

You are the best remedy.