Sometimes I wonder
How thin is that thread
The thread I live on?
My body, damaged by itself
Kept alive by a life support
A little machine, fighting its battle
A never ending job
But, sometimes overzealous
Bringing me closer to the other edge
Reminding me how thin my thread is
Waking up, not a guaranteed occurrence
Some days, I wake up dangling over the edge
A correction overshot the night before
Now requiring attention
Though, what would happen if I fall off
Before I wake to take care of it?
Will someone catch me?
Another machine, tasked with watching
Alerting me when I near the edge
But, when it fails to wake me from deaf sleep
I am reminded of how thin my thread is