Being Sick
When life makes you pained and desperate Did you drown in sickness and went to hospital? Where there are pristine walls smelling of bleach Reminding of still winter than lively summer And to those who are burning inside & out There is nothing better than this chilling peace. But when you thought you were incurable, broken beyond repair, Who was the doctor that held your hand in hope? Who was the one that pulled you to live? And gradually you relied on that only smile. Dear white coat medic, I am chained by my disability, I am dying, I swear I am not lieing. It becomes harder to live by another day, Please end this futile battle when there is no other way.