Even in my troubled sleep
I'm at war every night
With some metamorphosed
Larva drones

Oh my gush! These miniatures
Are so resilient and
Pesky as hell too
My body should ache
Most certainly
With parts slightly swollen

So much for the overnight
Acupuncture treatment
And blood-******* sessions
But no thanks

Every early sunrise
I drink my herbal coffee black
And had my sound siesta
Mostly in my daytime job

I should replenish
Those deficient ****** plasma
And be ready for war at night
Oh yes! War with
Some tiny female anopheles

Multiple high-pitched
Whining sounds everywhere
That signal the incoming invasion
They have got some plasmodium spies
Running down the length of my veins

I feel like I'm losing the war
I should get stupidity medal honors
For bravely endangering my life
Every night and again

And now!
I'm all hooked up to an IV line
At my ward ceiling of care.