Infection

I am sick, ill and diseased,
for that is what they said when I was seized.

They said I am sick and needed to be kept,
then they drugged me as I began to wept.

My muscle in my body was soon at ease,
I could not move, not even the swaying of my knees.

I then awoke in a hospital, thinking what I might become,
but what I feared the most was still yet to come.

I had bruises and scratches that came out of the blue,
people said I even started to have hallucinations too.

I definitely know that I have a horrible infection,
but they said in order to know it, they need me for inspection.

They did tied me up and I asked them why,
but they said they needed a reply.

Minuets felt like hours, days felt like years,
however, more came along, and they were my fears.

On the third night I got in the hospital’s bed,
something was tickling me and it filled me with dread.

From what eroded from a bruise of my skin,
a burst of tiny spiders were brewed within.

They crawled and they bit me from head to toe,
but all I could do was to watch my tiny foe.

They bit me and I tried to thrash about,
yet my strength, however, is what I was without.

As I yelled, people in white came in,
they gave me a shot and I was out than less than a min.

I, myself, had these horrors for every night of my life,
from the enclosing of walls, to stabs of a thousand knifes.

For many, you think you are just oknd plain,
you’ve just entered my life, of how I am insane.