Life doth reflect
in sickness bed
Days of neglect
fever burning red

words fail to glow
Heart beats dull
thoughts of streams flow
Emptiness silent lull

day goes timeless distaste
Consumed in sick soul
Laid tis day to waste
labour of life stagnant foul

Awaiting the strength to fill
thoughts tis souls mate
oh on a bed lying still
sickness a feeling to hate