The World Closes In

The World Closes In
By: James Dubeau

The world closes in
Around my laying form
As my body aches
And head spins

Tissues pile high
On my bedside table
As the box is depleted
Of its fluffy white treasures

A cough ravages my raw throat
And then another
And another
Another

All I can do is lay here
Sip my soda
Blow my nose
And try to get some sleep