fourteen seconds to failure.

nine.

i lie on these white sheets, so sterile, so unlike home
and i wish i could be there, with my family
not having to facetime them on my phone
i clutch the IV pole as i stand to walk
but i am too weak, need a walker
so tired, can barely talk
i don't even make it from my room
without collapsing, heart racing
i almost feel like crying, but even that would take energy i don't have to lose
i don't want to be here
please let me go
all that i wish for is to feel better, to go home