Sickness

Sick, like nothing will brighten my day,
Sick, like I am getting in my own way,
Frustrating, horrible, unable to bear,
This sickness so protected, that nobody cares.

I can’t breathe properly like I could years ago,
I can’t, as they say, just ‘go with the flow’,
If only this, one thing I could do,
I would stop having to think about you.

I know that you are cured of your sickness,
And mine you will simply dismiss,
I can’t say I don’t deserve such a terrible fate,
That shall befall this once smiled upon date.

Remembering times that made up for my sorrow,
I coughed and I called up for more than this hollow
Of a woman I have become,
And I know that this day is unsavory for some.