Sickness can distort a once clear mind.
Fever clouds the rational
Boiling away such clarity into clouds of Blind
Thoughts of darkness and of peril
"When shall this sickness leave me to peace?"
Mending the ruins that are left overs after the disease
filling  it's hunger
Once blurred sight clears
As such shall the mind
Be it ever so humble
To release a soul from a shaky bind?