There was coughing - sneezing everywhere,
There was no where to escape.
I tried covering my nose,
But I guess it was too late.

Now I've caught the virus,
I am turning pale red.
My temperature is 103,
There are fumes coming out of my head.

There are medicines and antiboitics,
fighting the virus in my blood.
The war has been raged, 
and my body is the battlefield full of blood.

I was always a peace loving fellow,
Why would this happen to me.
I know I must have been careless, but I didn't expect fever to be so mean, 
That gut wrenching pain that comes with it, I can feel it in my spleen.


Alas the vicious battle still wages on,
I hope there is some progress by dusk or dawn.
Every day that passes by 
I get weaker and distraught.
The fans are off, 
I'm too weak to walk.
I lay on my back,
stuck to my wooden cot.

Perhaps i was too naive, 
or too proud to accept.
That even I could be brought down and made to repent.
So now I confess,
Fever is a formidable foe, 
That has brought me down to my knees.