(poems go here)
From the moment you wake I, I know something is wrong.
I feel a sharp pain in your throat, as if there are tiny needles, stabbing you each time I swallow.
When I cough I feel a large painful lump in your throat.
My body is extremely sore, as if I have been training for the Olympics.
Breathing is anything but easy.
Only one of my two nostrils seems to be properly working.
My brain is pulsing, I feel a pounding sensation in my brain.
Not knowing what to do, I yell for my mother.
Surely she will help.
I remember the previous line as I am ironically walking through the halls of school.
Each loud noise, seems louder.
Everything around me seems to intensify.
Feeling like death is a better option than 7 hours of school in this condition, I plop myself on top of a toilet.
I have no intention of using the toilet for what it is intended for,
It seems to be the only place I can get peace and quiet.
I close my eyes and imagine all the countless thing I wont be able to do now.
Having friends over after school?
My closet friends now will be the doctor and whatever he prescribes for me.