My mind is in a fog that writing anything or even really thinking about anything is to much for me to handle.
But the stubborn side of me is trying to get it all done but my sickness is clouding all my thoughts.
My body is calling for a break for it wants to lay down and sleep the day way.
But your mind doesn’t want to waste or lose a day because of a dumb old cold.
Yet in the end the cold wins and I soon lay down for I have been defeated.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes