A tale of woe and sickness, a plight so grim,
I caught the covid, oh what a whim!
My body weak, my spirit low,
I fought with all my might, but oh so slow.
The fever raged, the cough did choke,
My throat was raw, my body shook.
I lay in bed, so weak and grey,
Praying for the dawn of a new day.
The days blurred together, all the same,
A never-ending cycle of pain and shame.
I lost my taste, my smell, my zest,
My life reduced to a mere quest.
The world outside, a distant dream,
As I lay trapped, in a sickly scheme.
The fear and doubt, they did assail,
But I held on, with a fragile nail.
The days passed slow, the nights were long,
But I kept fighting, with a steady song.
The rhythm of my breath, a symphony,
A melody of hope, a harmony.
And then, one day, it broke the spell,
My body healed, my spirit swell.
I rose from bed, with a newfound might,
And left the covid, in the night.