Sick Day Blues

I feel every breath as it wheezes past my lips

And count down the hours till I take antibiotics again

Twelve hours to kill punctuated by coughing fits and bad television

Sitting in the dark while the sun's out

I'm so desperate to find something that I start to crave working again

To go back and put my uniform on

To do my little song and dance

Because at least there I have an audience

Here I'm alone still afraid to shout how I feel

Wanting to push myself off the couch or over the edge

I don't know

I hunt for something to pass the time

But just curl up again feeling empty

Awake but unimportant

I can do nothing so why do I matter

-J.Doune