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.