Sickness

I was sick, horribly sick that day.
Couldn’t bear the confining
Sensation of any cloth lining
My sweaty yet icy skin. May
Be it was a sort of waking up call?
The giddy nausea, the awful migraine,
The violent spewing when, whole
But wholly maimed 
In ache, I got back home. 
Remain, with you, I remain.
Destined to a loyal, choking pain
Of struggle: persist through, pure & sane.

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