‘Watching the World Go On’, a poem by me, someone who’s sick with nothing else to do.
Dry toast
Cups of tea
Beanie’s on
Protecting me
Sun’s out
World can see
Day moves on
Without me
Work isn’t done
Cries out a plea
Mark me off your list
Complete me
Tissues pile up
Let me be
Go back to normal
Stop being sick
I don’t like this me
You run out of things to talk about when each day is the same. Being sick just shouldn’t be a thing anymore.
Sarah xx
the softest words 