18 Days In Hell

As I lay in this bed, I try to remember what the doctor said. Not knowing what is going on right now, and why I feel like I got hit by a two punch counter, pow pow. My body is changing without my word, this change is something I cannot afford. My mind tries to understand what is happening, as I try to begin singing. Afraid out of my mind, this sickness is not so kind. Pushing myself to get better, Making my own schedule, I become the setter. Feeling sadness with each passing day, I stop and listen to what my father had to say. After being in hell for 18 days, like superman, I was brought back to life by the Sun's rays."