POETRY FOR HOPE
Illness, the state of being unwell.
When body and soul dysfunction,
An autocrat seeking no permission.
No one disobeys, his word is gospel.
This moment you are feeling really good and puff!! your down with a cold,
You make plans, it ruins everything.
Sadness overwhelms your blissfulness.
Some come with palpable signs, others unnoticeable as a chameleon.
My head aches badly, I can't feel my feet,
I can't breathe properly mum, I think I will throw up
The pain in her face makes you want to get better but you can't,
You are incapacitated.
We are born with some of them,
Most of them we acquire from our ventures.
Then comes the terminal ones.
Nonetheless we never stop trying to quell these Draconian dilemma.