ON MY SICK BED- POET GUONAA FRANCIS

ON MY SICK BED- POET GUONAA FRANCIS

I write as I enjoy my sick bed in pain
Very hurtful and stressful without gain.
You are really an unknown visitor.
Oh sickness?

You made me to groan in pain
And separate me perforce from my friends.
Though I'm suffering in pain
You don't want us to bargain
Because your arrival is always uncertain
That comes in the pile of a mountain
Flowing and displaying like a fountain.

Age and status you ignore
Fighting the brave and the wise.
You attack your victims without explanation
Limiting their joy and movement
And none enjoys your company
Because their peace of mind is disturbed
And their dreams and hopes are shattered.
The blind will complain of their eyes
The deaf complaining of their ears
The cripple will talk of their limbs and arms.
Everyone has something different to say.

Just leave man in peace.
I laugh in tears
Just to console myself
Not because I'm happy
And lifting my hungry hands in prayer
Hoping to find my liberator
Recovery.