The sickness

My tortoured flesh
Reeling an writhing in agony
twisting and turning
while my spine coils around my anotomy
heads pounding
even my hurts hurting
screaming in pain
without anyone listening
While my fever burns in me
frying my brain
escaping is not an option
surving on a prayer
that a blessed sleep will take over
comforted by the thought
that a sickenss is bearable
if there are people who care

The back gave me warning
But there was nothing to do
my body was sceaming in agony
my mind was numb with fear
wallowing in pain
letting the fever wash through and over
suffering, blinded, fearful and lonely
hoping that tomorrow will be brighter
just not knowing if i'll be able to get through