thousand words (random poetries!)

65: Unwell

Feeling under the weather ,
It felt heavy inside
I'm burning up tempers
Yet still cold-hearted
Denial is such a disease.

Been a while since
This sensation lingers
Body aches all over
I'm in pain and sorrowed ,
Yet no one knows.

I'm alone...
Away from my comfort ,
Shackled in this four walls 
I smelled painted canvas ,
Of hopeless sceneries.

Unwell as it longers grief
It won't subside any soon
Only my loneliness matters
Where remedies isn't an option ,
Only whispers of pensive thoughts!

Unwell as it mellows
Cured unless warmth
I'm exhausted and used
Despair is a chilling lullaby ,
Until then I'm bedridden!

~ nniiwwpoetry ~ 02/21/24