I wanted to ask you a question But I collapsed when I went to pray I was wondering why my fingers were so cold My body shaking, suddenly drowning in the covers Couldn't stand to sit on my knees Could barely breathe, I missed the pillow, hit the headboard instead Younger me wanted to ask why she was sick so often Why hospital rooms were so barren and how nurses could avoid falling in love God, I wanted to ask you a question But the room was fading away Full tilt, Gone I wanted to ask why I couldn't hold my body up to speak to you Why this white room is so cold
Every once in awhile, my body reminds me that I am still ill, and my mother reminds me that we can go to the hospital if we have to. Please comment :)