Lying down in my comfortable bed
All the thoughts running through my head.
Feeling very tired and weak,
My body becoming oh so bleak.
Thoughts of imaginable fear
Worried to death as I lie patiently here.
This illness, this virus got me good,
As it took away all that I could.
My appetite, my energy, my comfort,
Although I shouldn’t complain,
There are many others in a lot more pain.
The fact that I can still write,
While others continue to put up a fight.
I hope everybody is safe and full of health,
Especially those poor in wealth