Waking up
after yet another
bad night
wet eyelids shut
aching red eyes
stunned and paralyzed
by the dimmest lights
weeks and weeks go on
sickness won’t pause
a permanent mist in my eyes
can’t read, can’t write
can’t paint or photograph
for this poet of sorts
conjunctivitis is hell
a trial for the will
a step in my apprenticeship
of old-fashioned stoicism.

Marcus Antoninus


Author: Marcus

Philosopher, poet and lover of life.

8 thoughts on “Sick”

    1. Thanks for the tips, Laura. I will definitely test this one too. My eyes do release waterfalls of tears by themselves every night, though! Very annoying sickness! Luckily it is slowly going away, in fact I am sitting by the computer now ;-)!


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