The vomit turned bile
the beddings stained
soiled repeatedly
Sweated profusely
followed with chills and pain.
Twisted inside with achy back
and restless limbs—
Picture me perfect—
like a walking dead!
Sunken eyes,
protruded cheeks though
“Hunger ”pangs at bay,
But how long will this last?
Though blood
flows my veins...
My flesh...
Ashen, dehydrated
and my soul... ravaged
by blunder!


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Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Good, I'm glad. By the way, it was a nice poem.

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Is that how you felt when you were sick? God bless you.

over 3 years

no, I never felt that... not my story...thanks tho

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