Pale with anxiety
Or red with rage
Unseeing beauty
Or repeatedly turning the page

Sick in the mind
And sick in the heart
Are two pains defined
Yet two poles apart

When happy you don't know ill
When sick you forget carefree
Fighting against your will
But forced to take yucky medicine

But breath in and sigh
Burp and take a walk about
For time will surely fly
And in a minute you'll be out

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Divija