He lies on his deathbed, a heart monitor keeping a rhythm,
He mutters words of nonsense,
Shaky breaths rattle his lungs
As his body tries to keep itself alive.
I know this.
I've heard what's happening,
And yet I'm thousands of miles away.
He is clinging to life,
While I am clinging to my GPA.
He grasps hospital blankets in pain,
As I grasp a pencil in frustration.
He's dying,
And I am living.
