Friday, February 8, 2019

From my sickbed

I lay on my bed,
with intense pain,
eating pills and fruits.
I stared at my four walls
And watched the roof with pain.
I slept for long hours
And saw many dreamlands;
as I was hallucinated.
I was frenzied;
But relentless to drink water,
I lay on my bed with thoughts
But was eager to go out
As I was bored away
But was in my sickbed,
unable to go out too.

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