I do not like being sick. I guess that's the price to pay when you live in a city where the weather changes every five minutes.
For a couple of weeks now, I've been coughing up a lung, and maybe some other organs I don't know exist. I did go to the doctor and I am a mess. I have a lot of chest congestion and I'm on a lot of antibiotics. I still have a long way for the coughing to end completely. While I wait, I'm going to keep working on my assignments, learn all I can in school and strive for good grades. I can't allow anything to stop me from achieving my goals.
I wrote an all-new poem yesterday during a break I gave myself while studying for an upcoming quiz. It's called "Panic."
Panic
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Oh my god
I can't breathe
Walls are caving in
Am I in a box?
It's too dark
I can't see
What's that noise?
Nose, gone
Hands and feet, stiff
Eyes glued shut
Mouth sewn shut
Head, stiff
Body, cold
Heart's not beating
I can't move
Oh, eternal slumber
Come to me
