Mom's Dead

My nose is stuffy.
My thoat is sore.
My head hurts
all the more.
My eyes burn.
My muscles are heavy.
There is no concern
for me as I lie in bed
exhausted and aching
from my foot to my head.
Forsaken and forlorn
Alone in bed waiting
for those I've borne
to recall the years
I cared for them
through sickness and tears.
But alas, they still demand
though I'm weak and tired
standing firm as quick sand.
So I cover my head,
close my eyes,
and tell them I'm dead.