Distorted World to an Illness Riddled Mind

Cramps and queasiness fill me,
Nausea is about to kill me,
This illness that will not cease,
On my mind and body it does fleece.

Sitting down to a boring and bland meal,
Hoping to break this sickness’ seal,
When the illness begins to take control,
And made my perceptions of things unroll.

Time jumped forward in leaps and bounds,
Then slowed to a crawl, and even rewound,
The walls’ colors began to fade away,
And sounds began to linger and stray.

And just like that it was all gone,
And left me without a semblance of what went on,
A distorted world to an illness riddled mind,
Is something no one wants to find.