Illness

Illness

A Poem by Andrea
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Suffering from an illness.

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A painful procedure to
discover the disease is still spreading.
So you are prescribed a few more
pills
to pop daily
but that doesn't stop the pain.

You wake up every morning
and cough up a little more blood.
You paint the sink red
with your agony.

And your body disappears
a few more pounds each week
until nothing is left but your
illness.

© 2012 Andrea


Author's Note

Andrea
Please review and tell me what you think whether you love it or hate it. Thank You :)

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I don`t love it.
I dont hate it either.
I think it is very well done.
It is very graphic and probably the
story of someone with a very serious ,
possibly fatal lung disease.
May be a graphic appeal to quit smoking.
A good one, if it is.
The bad part is that most people do not
like to read about sicknes.
----- John

Posted 12 Years Ago



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