Long

Long grows this week of my life.Long with sickness not strife.

Long are the hours bathed in fevers sweat.

Long struggles to this week forget.

Long from strengths window I climbed.

Long to regain the hope of my prime.

Long I stand as the heat grows within.

Long to breath free and work again.

Long I wait for the doctor to come in.

WAManning

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