I Feel So IllMature

I feel so ill, Lord I feel so ill
I can’t concentrate on anything
I cough yet my throat won’t relent
and nothing medical can reassure me

I feel so ill, Lord I feel so ill
My eyes hurt as I trace this page
with the thoughts I hate to express
I feel so Ill, I feel so damn ill

I wonder if I’ll sleep tonight
I wonder if I can rise tomorrow
If it wasn’t for the 7am alarm
I’m sure I’ll find my convalescence
but the Boss at the top
is such a fucking prick
I guess I’ll weather this storm till it ends

The End

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