The pain grips me, a heavy hand,

And I wonder, will this ache ever cease?

Why does every heartbeat feel like a storm,

A relentless pulse, drowning in heat?

Why does it feel like it's been ages,

since I felt like myself,

Thoughts blur and slip like water through fingers.

“Just a moment of peace?” I whisper softly,

Knowing well that comfort feels distant now.

Yet in this haze, I search for a flicker,

A whisper of relief in the thick of night.

Is this pain a shadow I must endure,

Or a signal to rest, to simply be still?

Then, as I drift on this fevered sea,

I wonder if dawn will bring comfort,

A chance to rise from this weary haze,

Or if I’m destined to linger in this ache.