The end of the flu

Slack is my neck as I deep sleep.
Knackered is my back as I nap.
Lack is what I feel.
Waking with a swollen tongue, I need to cool my head it´s baking.
Trashed is the way my skin feels. The stranger in my spirit lifts my head to take a gulp of medicine.
Cramped are my legs and blank is my mind, deaf are my ear to the way my heart begs.
I feel lack on waking and my head´s still baking.
Cramped are my legs and I ignore the way my heart begs.
There´s such an excess of yoke in my life´s lil´egg.