Sore throat and a headache

Won't this night just fade

In the depths of night, a restless soul I lay,

Suffering the torment that won't fade away,

For three long days, sleep eludes my weary frame,

As a splitting headache burns behind my eye, aflame.

A relentless pain, a throb that won't subside,

Torturing my mind, taking me on a relentless ride,

With each breath I take, a sore throat pangs in despair,

Boils in the depths, seeking to claim my sanity's lair.

Oh, the agony of this cursed affliction,

A battle within, a struggle for jurisdiction,

Behind my left eye, the searing shards of pain,

And in my throat, greedy boils unleash their disdain.

Night after night, sleep evades my desperate plea,

Leaving me restless, longing for sweet serenity,

But the ache persists, intensifying with each hour,

Robbing me of solace, grasping at my inner power.

Yet amidst this torment, a flicker of hope ignites,

For I know this darkness will yield to brighter sights,

A momentary affliction, a temporary plight,

Soon I'll find relief, as day breaks with radiant light.

So, I endure this agony, as the hours pass me by,

Holding on to the belief that soon the pain will die,

In time, my weary soul will find the rest it seeks,

And the memory of sleepless nights will fade, like fleeting streaks.