Sick Day

Most days begin with a duvet,

That pins me to the bed,

The thoughts that kept me up all night,

Have filled my heart with dread,

So here I lay not wanting out,

Nor do I wish to stay,

But face the world aint on my list,

So today’s a true sick day.


I’m not ill when I’m on holiday,

Escaping to the sun,

Capable of sitting still,

At times, I do have fun,

The passport takes me far away,

My illness left behind,

Above dark clouds, there shines the sun,

At peace, my torrid mind




via Daily Prompt: Passport