“Times a waisting, when you are sick” Gun Roswell

Congested, achy, feverish, sneezing

You know that total feeling

When not one moment to yourself can be stealing

Just waiting in laying, for that body to be healing

When the outside noises are too much

Cannot even stand an other’s touch

Everything covered in sweat, but still freezing

And there is a constant in my ears, they’re ringing

But cannot answer that call

It must be some infection and puss ball

Cannot drink, nor anything eat

Just siting up staring in this seat

But then I fell like fainting again

So I need to go and more time in bed spend

Seems to be the trend

For this damn bend 

Yes I really am sick-o!