Sick

Caught in the sickness wave,

Dragging me back into my cave.

I cough and sneeze with heavy sound,

Slamming my feet into the solid ground.

A weak smile makes it's presence known,

A little more rest on the bear's throne.

I steal away a few more hours of sleep,

As I continue to count the coughing sheep.

A dazed face, giving weakened replies.

Hoping to get well after today's sunrise.

Until then, may I cough and rest today,

Anything else shall wait for another day.

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I love this! I love the lines and the rhyming and just the way you wrote it. This is SO me when I am sick, lol. A wonderful poem, for sure.