Sickness

Nothing compares
To those warm 
Summer days
No rules that you
Have to live by
But then like a thunderstorm
IT comes out of no where
No warning adviseries
To tell you to
Take shelter
Nothing...
IT invades your space
Clogging your throat
Thunderous headaches bloom
And floods come from the nose
Nothing is worse than feeling
Your useless
Tired
Crabby
And nothing is worse than
Being sick It wears you down
A heavy burden
You don't want
To carry
IT makes you weak
Pale
Afraid
But remember 
No matter how bad
IT is
It always
Gets
Better...