Sickness

by joetwo

I am under attack,

An assault of virus and germ against my system,

An immunological fight to the death on the fields of sinus and throat.

It is bloody, tiring and long-lasting.

A continual struggle for survival,

An evolutionary battlefield where the prize is continued existence

The chance to keep on fighting.

It is never-ending, battering and exhausting,

Leading to a sense of world-weariness.

Ending only in the eternal sleep of the grave.

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