Anxious fingers tap in time,

while beeping monitors rhyme.

His heart rate climbs.

 

Doors open, close, latching.

Breath caught in my throat, catching.

Filling the void, my scratching.

 

Limb body, eyes swollen, twitch.

Sweating, his back wet. Itch.

He grunts in pain, no pitch.

 

Wheezing, gasping, stop.

No air, he flails, please stop.

Nurses whisper, I eavesdrop.

 

Walls closing as he freezes,

heart pounding as he squeezes.

Precious life wasted. Diseases.

 

Silence. I want to scream,

kick things as I teem.

Pretend this is just a dream.

 

My passion lost in the fray,

my world slowly turns grey.

How can I live through this decay?