I can stay another day,
But what’s the point.
I’ll have to fight yet again,
Just to keep myself alive.I am just so tired,
From this battle to survive,
Make it easy for me God,
Either let me, or, take my life.Being a hostage on bed,
For countless endless days,
Don’t I deserve a little rest,
A little resting in peace?All around, I see a sea of faces,
All sympathizing at my state.
It makes me want to die even more,
Never wanted anyone pitying my fate.Doctor can’t tell if I have years,
Or months or weeks or days.
They continue to tear me apart, piece by piece,
All they do and can do is to sedate
Me, to buy time to know for sure,
The date to let them finally cremate.Mom is desperate, brother’s in pain,
The blood dripping through my veins.
All these alien things attached to my body,
All I can do is stare at the ceiling.I don’t know what’s right and wrong anymore,
I don’t know what will happen, or will not,
If I am on this Earth no-more,
You know, I just want the ordeal to stop.~RavS
## Chronicling the plight of a colleague in ICU. ##