Too Sick to Sleep

A vile poem about what it really feels like to be sick

Weary, Weak
Pouting in my mind
I am Hot
Damp and moist
Rocking…
Backward, forward
Sweaty urine glistens
In my pores
On my face
Strange colored blood
And feces
Drool from my anus
Tears and veins
Become large
And green
Showing my shit face
I smell
I wreak
Of vile vinegars and salts
I some how excreted…

Cold and Dark
Sickened, Shamed
Exiled