You grasp the sweat-stained sheets with clenched fists and pulsing veins,
Frustrations run high as the digital numbers blind- into your internal screams.
You feel as if death is at your door, waiting to consume your feeble mind,
Your hopes and dreams, family and friends, cold-bloodily leaving them behind.

Hopelessly you toss your helpless body, vulnerable due to endless weeks without sleep.
Eyes smolder, bloodshot and strained from countless, untallied weeps.
Stomach acid churning - beating itself upon your human walls,
Isolation, abandonment, no one can hear your blood-curdling calls.

Heart thumping like a herd of rhinos - you just want set free,
So many questions and not enough answers, oh what miserable suspensory.
You pray for relief, but to your disbelief, it's something you must live with, you see?