mysterious illness

Strong as I am,i cannot move.
Something held me down,
and slid down my throat.
Every light too bright,
all sound too loud
At least you are here,
comforting me.
In this tortured moment,
you are relief.
My mind, normally clear,
is full of haze now.
But sun light is coming in through the clouds,
Many hours have passed since I lay down,
I am at least spared the pain and I feel none,
Who could it be that did this to me?
White is all that my eyes can now perceive,
I should be feeling something
besides relief my love is near,
What time could it be, and where was I last?
I do know for sure my time is not past,
Strong as I am,
I cannot move

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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