• lynxxx 6w

    When I was Ill

    I Became so glued to my bed, as my head made the pillow its resting place.

    The nights seem like day, since my eyes knew no peace.

    For once I felt the nostalgia of good health wishing I could turn the Hands of Time for a moment.

    My tongue became so accustomed to the taste of pills and forbade sweetness.

    Then I remembered my wrongs when the Epilogue to Birth flashed through my mind.

    I begged for mercy, as I remembered my dealings with the Daughters of Eve, because the future wasn't certain.
    ©lynxxx